Hey, you got great taste. Who better to trust for something like this, yeah?

[He hesitates - reaches, absently, to toy with the hem of his shirt, like he sometimes does, but there is no shirt; he toys with a fold of the dress, instead, rubbing the fabric between thumb and forefinger.]

And, like - with the other stuff, too. Not just picking it, but - y'know.

That... woulda been pretty rough, with anyone else.