It was... peculiar. Yes, that was the right word, he decided. Peculiar. The entire situation was just that and there really was no denying it. After all, how many lovers could honestly say they went from being oblivious best friends to smitten kittens in a matter of short, practically instantaneous moments? Not many at all but it didn't mean that his change, sudden as it was, meant any less than the man who gradually realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life with some pretty, delightful, incredible girl. Besides, technically speaking, he had long ago planned on spending the rest of his life with her when he declared her and Irving to be his best friends.
Still. It was strange how quickly his heart went from beating madly for the ghostly idea of who he would be with to beating madly for the very solid fact that Stephanie was better than any woman of prophecy he could come up with. He had always thought he gorgeous, had always enjoyed her artistic endeavors, had always thought to himself how lucky the man she ended up with would be and how about that! It was him all along!
These sort of thoughts had him acting all sorts of lovesick these days. Madame Cake enjoyed his tendency to grow distracted by daydreams immensely as she was a heavy supporter of true love conquering all. Most customers seemed pleased by the pleasant fortunes he was telling and nearly every one of his fortunes really had been light and lovely... until his last fortune of the day.
Which was why when he came over he was quiet, hardly cracking a smile let alone making any sort of facial expression. He said nothing when he entered her apartment. Merely sat down on a couch and stared off into space. He swiped at his eyes for a moment and then stared at the damp tears that he had wiped away with his thumb and index finger.