"Oh. I'm sorry, I'm not in the actual wedding party. I thought you were asking who I knew." Stephen feels a little more out of place here upon realization, though he had been invited, so he doesn't think he's unwelcome. He used to be so good at social engagements, but he's rusty after having been secluded away at the Sanctum for so long.

"Cloak," he corrects automatically, and smiles. "I wouldn't want to pull focus."

"A groomsperson, though, hm? It seems Peggy's creating her own traditions," he adds, motioning to the room at large, which is attended by more men than women.