"Has the saltwater corroded your fucking brain?!" Sean shouted.

Orlando straightened and turned towards Sean with a determined face. "No. We've discussed this before. Why are you so shocked?"

"True, but each of those times, we decided it was a lousy idea. And that was when you were still dating her. You broke up three months ago, and now you're talking about marrying the vapid piece of fluff?" Sean's face had gotten red and his hands were shaking as he gestured.

"She is not vapid," Orli spit back. "Just because you two don't get along…"

Sean interrupted him. "She doesn't get along with anyone! Me or Elijah or Dom or Billy or Johnny or Eric or Brad. Funny that!"

"Well…" Orlando desperately searched for some comeback that didn't sound like the excuse it was.

Sean snorted and turned to the man in the corner. "Can't you talk some sense to him?"

Johnny raised his eyes to Sean's lazily. "That's why I called you, mate," he drawled in Jack Sparrow's voice. Toasting the Brit silently, he took a long pull off of the beer bottle in his hand.

"Bloody method actors!" Sean spun back to his petulant elf…prince…blacksmith. 'Fuck it. He'll always be an elf to me.' Taking a deep breath, he tried to think of a different approach. Head on obviously wasn't working. "Look, lad. Don't you remember the night she broke up with you? Shit. I've never seen you torn up that bad. You don't really want to go back to that, do you?"

Sean's calmer voice took some of the wind out of Orlando's sails, and he sat down hard on the edge of the bed. "You've seen me more upset." His eyes met Sean's. They both knew he was talking about the night he turned down Viggo's offer to live with him in LA.

"He was just as hurt as you were," Sean said quietly. "You've both been running as fast as you can away from each other ever since."

"Well, he seems to have found his peace, Sean. That's all I'm looking for," Orlando's eyes pleaded with Sean to understand.

"Peace," Sean grunted. "Yeah, being constantly alone can be peaceful. Buried himself in his work and his politics is what he's done. I don't think he's slept with anyone or even gone on a date in more than two years."

"That's impossible!" Orlando exclaimed skeptically.

Sean chuckled. "Might seem that way when you're in your twenties, lad. But I assure you it is not impossible. No fun, maybe, but not impossible."

"Why are we talking about Viggo?" Orlando asked scooting back against the pillows.

"Because all conversations you and I have are ultimately about Viggo," Sean stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "I think *Kate* is about Viggo."

"What?!"

"I think you latched on to Kate to keep from running back to Viggo, and you are scared to be without her for the same reason," Sean explained.

"Viggo has nothing to do with this, and changing the subject isn't going to change my mind." Orlando's eyes filled with tears he refused to shed. "I love her, Sean. I need someone in my life. If she wants me to work less, travel less, and commit myself to this relationship, that is what I'm going to do."

Sean sat down on the bed, pulling Orli into his arms. "Please listen to me. This is a bad decision."

Orlando buried his face in Sean's chest. "I love you, Sean. You know that, but forgive me if I take your advice on marriage with a grain of salt."

There was no logical argument for that comment. Sean raised his eyes to lock with Johnny's across the room. It looked like Orlando was going to do this, and there was nothing they could do about it.

~~~~~

It was the middle of the day, but Viggo was sound asleep. It had been daybreak before the director had finally called cut. Viggo had driven home, closed all the blinds and crawled into bed. The ringing of his phone finally interrupted the pleasant dream he'd been having. He was groggy and disoriented when he answered, "Um…yeah."

"Viggo?"

"Orlando?"

"Yeah. Hey, long time, huh?"

"Yeah. How've you been, Elfboy?"

Orlando's heart jumped into his throat at the casual endearment. "Uh…" He cleared his throat. "Good…great in fact."

"That's good. How's filming? The islands must be nice."

"Fucking gorgeous. Waves suck for surfing, but you can't have everything."

"Why'd you call, Orlando?"

"Well…I…I guess…it sounds bad."

"Just spit it out. You know there is nothing you can't say to me," Viggo encouraged, sitting up in bed.

"I've…I've got a favor to ask."

"What do you need from *me*?" Viggo asked surprised.

"I want you to photograph my wedding." Dead silence filled the phone line. As it stretched from seconds beyond a minute, Orlando got uncomfortable. "Vig?"

"Why?" Viggo whispered. "Why me, Orli?"

"Because you're an awesome photographer and my…my friend. I can trust you. I don't want a circus for a wedding, Vig…helicopters circling like vultures in the air…photographers hanging like monkeys from the trees. You saw what happened when it leaked I had bought a bloody ring."

Silence.

"I need to see you again, Vig. I need us to be able to be friends," Orli begged.

"No," Viggo said simply. It was Orlando's turn to remain quiet. "I can't do it, Orlando. I'm sorry."

Orlando was left holding his cell phone without even the soft click to know that Viggo was gone, but he knew it just the same.

~~~~~

Ten minutes later, Viggo's cell phone rang. He glanced at the screen. "Beanie cell".

"This is quick," he answered. "Usually it takes the Elf longer to pour out his soul to you."

Sean chuckled, "Well, he only had to walk next door instead of tracking me down in London."

"You're in the islands?"

"Yeah. There's about to be a wedding."

"So I've heard. Go ahead and tell me I'm a prick, so I can go back to bed."

Sean noticed Viggo said bed, not sleep. "You're not a prick, and we both know it."

"Feel like it. First thing he's asked me for since we split up, and I can't give it to him."

"I didn't think there were any limits on what you'd do for him."

"I didn't think so either, but I can't do this, Sean. I just can't."

~~~~~

Sean was sound asleep when his cell phone rang. Reaching out blindly, he managed to grab it off the nightstand without knocking it to the floor. Randomly pushing buttons, he answered it. 'Hello." His voice was soft and raspy from sleep.

"3:30."

"What?" Sean mumbled.

"My plane lands at 3:30. Be there, or I'm turning around and coming home." Viggo hung up.

Sean laid the phone down and smiled. Closing his eyes, he whispered, "No limits."

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