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James might as well been a shell as he was ushered around and into position for the photo feeling more like discarded play-dough then a human-being. He wasn't sure what to say or if there was anything to be said, deciding to simply follow the instructions given to him by the photographer. It had been some time since he had held or had been held like this, he still could quite place a feeling on it. On the one hand it was comfortable and the warmth she provided was a welcome change to the cold nights on the way here with his head over the railing, on the other hand she was still someone he barely knew and holding them in such a way made this whole thing feel more unnatural and forced then the wedding.

The photos where brief, James could tell from the line of couples waiting behind them that this was going to be a long night for some of them as many of them. No one in the crowd seemed quite as uncomfortable as a Gothic woman whose face said that she might rip the well dress man beside her in half and he looked as if he was disarming a bomb hoping to not set off the woman in his arms. He might have sat down and observed further but he had should probably be getting to know his new wife then the others stuck on the island. 

[color=a36209]"Looks like we're going to finish our conversation sooner then I though"[/color] James joked trying to make light of the situation guiding Irsi down the path towards the reception [color=a36209]"So you're names Iris, is that a common name in Peru?"[/color]