He was angry enough that he almost resisted it. That his own desire to stoke his rage and fume on his own almost outstripped his need to be close. But in the end, he could not deny them. Either of them. And after several long seconds where he held in place, unable to move forward, he finally tuned back towards them, eyes lowered and brows knit.

"Sorry," He murmured to them both. "I'm right here."

Tonight was supposed to be joyous. Tonight, they should have been exchanging their wedding vows. He'd even already wrote his. I promise you freedom and all the happiness its in my power to bring you. Except obviously he'd managed neither.