"Well, yeah," he said as he felt her finger slide between his own. He gave her hand a squeeze. "You dying again is not allowed. I'll Raise you myself if I have to." He'd never actually mastered Raise, didn't have the ability to, nor the interest, but it was a threat none-the-less.
He didn't want to touch on why he wanted those people there. Darius had dragged him through a pretty dark time in his life. It was before he discovered the supplement of booze and hookers and other vices to keep him occupied. It was a wonder he hadn't turned to drugs.
No, he needed to maintain his job. Then there was Cy. He hadn't given much thought to her in a while. How would she feel about suddenly being summoned to a wedding. "For a bigger ceremony, I think I could just go through my patient list to even out the seating," he said with a smile. There was something to be said for symmetry.