Oh, sure-- there were awkward questions about Mom and Dad not being there, but he'd-- told Layla that he hadn't talked to them in years, told her in vague terms they didn't get along and he'd rather not invite them at all. Talk about something that'd ruin the big day.

"Yeah, well-- she's something else." Steven knows that. What, he'd fallen for her in five seconds flat? Which Marc isn't sure which he's angrier about... Steven hitting on his wife, someone else stealing Steven's attention away. Probably a little of column A, a little of column B.

"I mean-- yeah. I guess I was. But she never knew me. I was never-- honest about us, or about our parents, or... about anything really. It wasn't right to pull her into that." It definitely wasn't right to not mention her father either, leave her wondering and hurting when he could have at least tried to help her heal... whatever she thought of him after.

"I'm not good at being happy, but--" He shrugs his shoulders, pushes himself back to his feet to clear away whatever's left of their food.

"I feel good with you too, you know."