It never happened.

(A blip in time, a might have been, a maybe chance of a ghost. An alternate timeline where everything collided with purple bruises and insurance and generally a banged up job of trying to get the car fender undented. But the car fender was never dented, because don't you see? Time collided, and then erased the collision from everywhere.)

It always happened.

Right. Bowtie. Wrap around, and see River drawing nearer. Wrapping around her own hand. Of course it would be blue.

Look me in the eye.

You may kiss the bride with your hand wrapped around the blue with time running the gun spits green fire spits spits spits and the golden energy wrapping around his hands but it's funny, he thinks that maybe it is blue because he is still kissing her as time

moves

forwa—

(later, he'll take her ice skating)