“Write what you know” was good enough advice for Jo March, so it’s good enough for Patrick Kane.

Sidney groans, because this is ridiculous. “I think I’m having an allergic reaction,” he says.

Sidney’s wedding day doesn’t go quite as he’d planned. When he’d bothered to imagine it at all, he’d thought of a nice June wedding in Nova Scotia, outdoors with the sun streaming down. He hadn’t imagined this hurried affair on the tarmac on a rainy and unseasonably cool day in early September, a month after his twenty-fifth birthday.

It said something about Gai that Iruka was actually unsure whether that was a line.