Here's a scene of dialogue around Josslyn/Tobias
At The Altar
INTERIOR - WEDDING VENUE - DAY
The ceremony space is filled with white roses and elegant draping. Guests sit in hushed anticipation. The OFFICIANT stands ready. JOSSLYN, in her elaborate lace gown and tiara, stands at the altar beside TOBIAS in his perfectly tailored tuxedo. The officiant has just asked if anyone objects.
Silence hangs heavy. The officiant begins to move forward when—
JOSSLYN
(quietly, barely audible)
Wait.
TOBIAS turns to look at her fully for the first time. His jaw is tight, eyes carefully controlled.
TOBIAS
(low, measured)
Josslyn—
JOSSLYN
(her eyes dart to the guests, then back to him, voice shaking slightly)
I just... I need a moment. Is that—can we have a moment?
The OFFICIANT looks uncertain but nods, stepping back slightly. The guests begin to murmur. JOSSLYN turns to face TOBIAS more fully, her bouquet trembling in her hands.
JOSSLYN
(barely holding it together)
Tell me this is right. Please. Just tell me that this is right and I'll—I'll believe you.
TOBIAS
(his expression softens, but there's something calculated beneath it)
You're just nervous. Every bride gets nervous. Look at me.
He takes her hand. She searches his face desperately.
JOSSLYN
It's not nerves. It's not. I can't explain it but something feels... wrong. I woke up this morning and I couldn't breathe. I kept thinking about my mother's face when I told her about us. About how my brother won't even look at me anymore. About—
TOBIAS
(interrupting, his voice firm but gentle)
About how they don't understand. About how they never will. Josslyn, we've been through this. Your family lives in a world of moral compromise. They're not going to see what we have because it threatens their entire belief system.
JOSSLYN
(wavering)
But what if they're right? What if I'm making a mistake?
TOBIAS
(stepping closer, his voice drops lower—intimate, commanding)
You're not making a mistake. You're making a choice. Your choice. Not your mother's. Not Sonny's. Not anyone's but yours. Isn't that what you wanted? Independence? Agency?
His thumb strokes her hand. The gesture is tender but there's an edge of manipulation to it.
JOSSLYN
(tears forming)
Yes, but—
TOBIAS
(cutting her off, more intensity now)
But nothing. Listen to me. I know you. Better than they do. I see who you really are—not Carly Spencer's daughter, not the girl who grew up in Sonny Corinthos's shadow. I see Josslyn. The woman who wants to make a difference. The woman who believes in something bigger than family loyalty and mob connections.
JOSSLYN looks at him, wanting to believe, but doubt flickers across her face.
JOSSLYN
Then why do I feel like I'm losing myself?
TOBIAS's expression shifts—just for a fraction of a second, guilt crosses his features. But he recovers quickly.
TOBIAS
(voice softening, almost sad)
Because growth feels like loss when you've never done it before. You're not losing yourself. You're becoming yourself. And yes, that's terrifying. Yes, it means leaving some things behind. But Josslyn—
He cups her face gently with his free hand. His eyes lock onto hers with an intensity that's both comforting and unsettling.
TOBIAS (cont'd)
—I love you. I chose you. And I need you to choose me. Right now. Not tomorrow. Not when your family decides to forgive you. Right now.
JOSSLYN's breathing is shallow. She looks down at her bouquet, at the ring already on her finger from the earlier exchange, at the sea of faces watching them.
JOSSLYN
(voice small)
Your father is watching us.
TOBIAS glances back at JACK BRENNAN, sitting in the front row, his expression unreadable but commanding.
TOBIAS
(turning back to her quickly)
Forget my father. This isn't about him. This is about us.
JOSSLYN
(meeting his eyes, a flash of clarity)
Is it? Is it really about us? Or is it about—
She stops herself, as if afraid to voice what she's thinking.
TOBIAS
(defensive, but covering it)
About what?
JOSSLYN
(backing away slightly)
I don't know. That's the problem. I don't know anymore. Everything happened so fast. The assignment with the WSB, meeting you, this wedding—it's like I'm watching someone else's life and I just—
Her voice breaks. TOBIAS reaches for her hand again, his grip firm.
TOBIAS
(urgency creeping in)
Josslyn. Look at me. Do you love me?
Silence. JOSSLYN stares at him, tears streaming down her face now, mascara beginning to smudge.
JOSSLYN
(whispered)
I don't know if I know what love is anymore. I thought I did. I thought this was it. But standing here, looking at you, I just keep thinking—what if I'm wrong? What if we're wrong?
TOBIAS
(something harder in his voice now)
You're overthinking this. You always overthink. That's what got you into trouble with your family in the first place—analyzing everything instead of trusting your instincts.
JOSSLYN
(defensive)
My instincts are telling me to run.
The words hang in the air. TOBIAS's expression darkens—just slightly, but enough that JOSSLYN notices.
TOBIAS
(very quietly, controlled)
Then why are you still standing here?
It's a challenge. JOSSLYN looks at him, really looks at him, and for the first time she sees something she hasn't let herself see before—a coldness behind the charm. A calculation.
JOSSLYN
(barely audible)
I don't know.
TOBIAS
(taking her shoulders now, his voice low and intense)
Because you know. Deep down, you know that this is right. That we're right. You're just scared. And I understand that. But Josslyn, if you walk away now—if you embarrass my father, embarrass the Bureau, embarrass me in front of all these people—there's no coming back from that. You understand that, right?
It's not quite a threat, but it's close. JOSSLYN's eyes widen.
JOSSLYN
What do you mean?
TOBIAS
(recovering, softening his tone)
I just mean that decisions have consequences. You know that better than anyone. Your career, your reputation, everything you've worked for—it all depends on the choices you make right now. I'm not trying to pressure you. I'm trying to protect you.
JOSSLYN
(pulling back, clearer now)
Protect me? Or protect your father?
TOBIAS's mask slips completely for just a second—pure panic crosses his face.
TOBIAS
That's not fair.
JOSSLYN
(voice stronger now)
Isn't it? Be honest with me. Right now. At this altar. In front of all these people. Is this about us, or is this about something else?
TOBIAS looks torn—genuinely torn. When he speaks, his voice is raw.
TOBIAS
(quietly, almost broken)
It started as something else. I'm not going to lie to you about that. But Josslyn—somewhere along the way, it became real. For me, at least. And I thought—I hoped—it was real for you too.
JOSSLYN stares at him, the truth she's been avoiding finally crystallizing.
JOSSLYN
(tears flowing freely now)
What did it start as, Tobias?
Before he can answer, there's a commotion at the back of the venue—
VOICE (O.S.)
Federal agents! Nobody move!
The room erupts into chaos. JOSSLYN looks from TOBIAS to the agents flooding in, to JACK BRENNAN standing abruptly, to her mother's horrified face in the crowd.
TOBIAS closes his eyes, his expression one of resignation and relief in equal measure.
TOBIAS
(whispered, just to her)
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
JOSSLYN takes a step back from him, her bouquet dropping to the floor between them.
JOSSLYN
(voice hollow)
So am I.
She removes her ring and lets it fall. The sound of it hitting the floor is lost in the chaos, but TOBIAS watches it fall like it's the only thing in the room.
[END SCENE]
Be curious to hear thoughts because I think the dialogue is scarily realistic compared to the ones now where it seems a little formulaic at times.
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