never should have come here

Though Hattori thought himself above feeling such things, the atmosphere was indeed awkward, tense as any conversation between exes could be. From a reasonable standpoint, Venom's feelings were legitimate, understandable even, but Hattori had never been the sort to dwell too much on the past. To let it fester, grow like weeds. Regardless, Hattori listened as she spoke, ears twitching slightly as he took in the news. It was somewhat surprising to him, but not to the extent it would show overtly on his features, perhaps just a slight furrowing of his pale brows. Not in frown, but in thought.

"The invitation is appreciated." If nothing else, Hattori was a polite man, though not necessarily a good one. Or a good husband, clearly. He did wish to be there, such events were important in his culture and yet Hattori was well and truly aware that his attendance was only being offered because Venom thought it was the right thing to do- it went without saying she wouldn't shed a single tear if he fell off a cliff tomorrow and died. "Who is she to wed? " Was it someone he knew?