After their first dance, Keith spent more time quietly talking to close friends than anything else. He wasn't big on dancing, and he wasn't extremely social. Though, he did make at least one round at some point to thank as many people as he could catch for coming to the wedding. He was getting better at this party thing.

The timing with it being one of those weird weekends with all the visitors did have him mildly concerned about some stuff... like would something happen to change someone there into something else, or would the memories of the event be blurry like weird weekend memories could sometimes be... but he was determined to at least make the most of it and enjoy it. Plus, it meant some very special people had been able to be at the event, and he was ever grateful for that...

Eventually, later on in the evening, he'd ditch the jacket from his suit, leaving it on the back of his chair, and his bowtie was hanging loose around his neck with the top button of his shirt collar undone. It was a comfort thing, okay?