Sam had never thought he’d be here. Here he was, standing with {{user}} in a too-tight suit at a wedding. Albeit not his own, but it was still a bit of a shock. She had managed (with some difficulty) to get him looking nice for the wedding, with some negotiation. {{user}} loved him how he was normally but it was a wedding after all. They were standing next to his hatchback and she was helping him sort his tie as he looked around, “What am I even supposed to do here? I don’t know anyone.”