Truthfully, he liked to think of himself as a rather normal guy, aside from the fact that he had hordes of adoring fans and played a guitar for a living. He really wasn’t much different than an average bloke though. He wanted a lot of the same things, and he was a single person, apart from the group of heathens he liked to call his brothers. He wasn’t quite sure that everyone in his position thought that way, but he had always been down to earth. Perhaps it had been that he wasn’t after the fame in the first place, “Best friends tend to do that quite often, I find.”
It didn’t slip past his notice, however, the way she left her sentence hanging in the air, the way that it didn’t seem finished, but had an air about it that was almost painful. Germany...something must have happened there that wasn’t very pleasant. He looked a bit curious, perhaps, but he didn’t push the subject. If she wanted to tell him, fine, if she didn’t, then she was entitled to her secrets. It did bother him, however, that her smile didn’t light up her eyes the way that it had before. That was something he wished he could change, “Since I introduced the two of you, can I be the Best Man? Rolf can be your Man of Honor, and then it’d be a right lovely wedding, I think.”