Shepard and Darcy
"Yeah, I gave you no indication that I actually liked you. But she would, should have..." Shepard shook her head there was no point in rehashing the should have would haves. "But it's done. It's over. I'm moving past it, with a little help. I've realized that was unfair, and also that being drunk all the time is bad business if you have stuff you want to remember." Or a big help. How Rawdon talked her away from being angry was something of pure magic, or anyone who knew her would have thought so.
Shepard actually smiled. "If you guys would have called off the wedding or postponed it because of crap that is going on over there, I might have had to kick both of your asses. This is your home, you love it, and for some unknown reason, so does my daughter. I can count on one finger where people have been able to go home from the station and get married. And that's you, you're it. And who knows it that stuff will be over by the time this door closes. So I am glad you didn't wait, because I don't know if I would have come through that door otherwise." Though, she would have for Rawdon. "And not being a ghost is totally worth the pain in the ass of wearing a dress." She waved a hand down at herself. "This has to scream volumes at how much I like you as a son-in-law."
She softened almost instantly at the mention of Rawdon recovering. "Yeah me too. It was looking pretty dark for a little while." Again, she caught her eye wandering. "But you're wrong about the flicker, he's the sun." She hadn't realized how much he was. Not until Darcy had said something. And maybe that was unfair, but she couldn't change how she felt. Didn't know if she wanted to.