Oh, his security detail had not been happy when he'd explained things to them. In fact, the first sixteen times that he pleaded with them to bring him to the Corner/Englewood wedding, they had blatantly rejected him. It wasn't until the seventeenth time where he'd listed off the character flaws of each of the Aurors in full that they had caved in and allowed him to go. Of course he'd had to pick up a tuxedo, although he felt rather ridiculous wearing it underneath of the hooded cloak they'd insisted that he wear.
He probably looked like a bloody Death Eater (ironic, no?) with the thing on, lurking outside the doors of the hall and scanning around nervously. Could you honestly blame him? He'd been attacked and he'd seen the man. He was a little sore from the onslaught, true, but his real concern and worry had been for Rebecca. How unfair it was that she couldn't know he was alive until -- well, until today, right now. His eyes lit up as he spotted her barreling out of the hall, but when she collapsed into the chair he just winced.
He was so apologizing about this for years...for multiple reasons. Euan cleared his throat as he knelt down to clasp Rebecca's hands, hoping she'd see him despite the fact he was partially shaded underneath the hood.
"You know how I hate to see you cry, Rebecca."
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