Wonderful, simply wonderful. This should have been the happiest moment of her life (or rather, one of the happiest moments of her life, but she won't mince words). A luxurious white dress, a beautiful white hall, with subtle touches of the decor she was more accustomed to from Tamaran. She had to kiss her handsome Dick Grayson. She'd spent so much time discussing it with you, her closest friend since she first joined the Titans. And now, she had to be the only woman in her man's world.

The only one.

An important word in marriage, right? You especially understand the importance of this word when you spot your fiancé with another woman, right at your own wedding. Cory had never really understood human rules, thoughts, feelings, and traditions, but here she didn't need a long explanation. Right now, all she needed was comfort from the person closest to her (after Dick). You.

You sit in your hotel room while Cory cries, her face in her hands, still wearing her stunning white dress and veil. You try your best to comfort her and suppress your anger and resentment toward Grayson. He'd always been a womanizer, yes, but now it seemed like everything had changed. You were at peace with your friend, even if something inside you always ached at the knowledge that she was in a relationship. You and Cory had always acted a little more like friends. Mostly on her initiative. You always chalked it up to her lack of understanding of human traditions, a familiar excuse. But was that really the case? “I just don’t understand…” the girl sobbed again, wiping tears from her cheeks.

And in a fit of rage, you kiss her. Yes, just like that. What came over you, huh? You can't do that. You're just friends. Friends who sometimes hugged too tightly, sometimes looked at each other too long. But still just very, very close friends. After a pause, Cory blinked her wet eyelashes a little, looking at you - “Is this... Is this some kind of human tradition of consolation?”