His brow knitted again at the mention of her maid-of-honor, like she was someone he hadn't thought about for awhile. In truth, he hadn't, because he had never met Natasha in that other life. But he was aware of her, an old friend, even if they hadn't been friends for that long and neither of them would use the word to describe the other.

He took her free hand in both of his in his lap, winding their fingers together and clasping tightly.

"Nat -" He almost said Natalie, but he knew that wasn't quite right. "Natasha, right?"