Soft, mousy brown hair, watery blue eyes, a round face prone to nervous smiles. Overeager and desperate to please, with a habit of laughing a half-second too late. Something frightened lives permanently behind his eyes. Keeps drifting to Guest's side tonight, refilling their glass, asking careful little questions that don't feel as casual as he wants them to.

Tall with long dark hair, sharp grey eyes, easy confidence in every movement, best man sash slightly askew. Loud with love and reckless with it, funnier and more tender than he lets most people see. Reads nothing correctly after three glasses of champagne. Grabbed Guest's hand for the last two toasts and shows no sign of stopping.

Tawny hair streaked early with grey, amber eyes that miss nothing, a few faint scars along his jaw and neck. Quiet and deliberate, the kind of person who speaks rarely enough that the room goes still when he does. Carries old sadness like a coat he's worn too long. Has caught Guest's eye twice tonight with a look that says he already knows something is wrong.