Claude Hijinx
Peter's look went from Rains, to his mother, and back again. After a long moment of being puzzled, something clicked. You led the bastards right to my door!
He'd trained others. Had known Bennet was from the Company. The marks on his neck that Claude had cut away. "Oh," he said, calm replacing the momentary surprise in his voice. "So you two know each other." Peter's eyes lingered on Angela, and then Claude. But then he smiled. Answers would wait. Right now, this was his wedding. "Come on, Mom. He shaved. I don't want to know how many organisms are homeless now that he went and did that, but let's not forget their sacrifice, huh?"
Peter looked back at the (usually) invisible man. He was trying to come up with some quip, some joke to throw at his old mentor to settle that there was no endearment, but right now, he couldn't. He hadn't expected Claude to show, let alone show groomed.
"Take it how you want, bastard." The grin wouldn't budge from his lips. Nothing would bring him down today. Nothing.