[There is the slightest jolt from Ankari at the shoulder touch, but it isn't a flinch away. He nudges into it a bit, smiling lightly and pulling bloom back into place. No feeling sorry for himself, not here and now, when he's in pleasant company. Lighten up and laugh, he thinks.
Ankari tips his glass towards Tyler's, tapping the edge delicately together. A very dainty "cheers"]
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Ankari tips his glass towards Tyler's, tapping the edge delicately together. A very dainty "cheers"]
A toast, to missing my own wedding.