Re: Doug/Maura
"What? Oh, yes, I'm fine. I just..." Maura blinked again, her vision blurring a little. When she realized why, she blinked rapidly to clear the unwelcome moisture without smudging her mascara. "I think the reality of the last two and a half months is finally hitting me, that's all." Maybe more than that. The months before she'd gotten stuck in this dimension hadn't been any less chaotic and she'd never processed any of it, just gotten to work here. Now, she'd gotten married without any of her family there, birth or adopted or Rizzoli. It felt...incomplete.
She leaned over to kiss his cheek, then used her thumb to wipe the faint smear of pink her lipstick left behind. "It's not you. I'm not disappointed in the groom," she told him, smiling softly. "Or the wedding. It's...the circumstances. The things that are missing...the people. You're a good man, Doug, and I'm very glad to have you as a friend. I've just always been on my own, dealt with things on my own, and it feels very strange to ask someone to do something like this. And then your family's been so good about it. I..." She'd read somewhere that it was supposed to be good luck for a bride to cry on her wedding day. But, crying in front of everyone like this was the last thing she wanted to do. It was so unlike her to get emotional, like this. Not that she was a cold person. She was just usually much better at not letting things get to her like this. "Do you think anyone would mind if we stepped out for some air for a minute?"