His heart is beating in his chest, warm and fluttering as if trying to break free when there's no need. He chuckles, just shy of breathlessly. "I was just going to say that. You're stunning."

One of his hands flow up, to carefully caress the very ends of the loose waves. It's longer than he remembers it, but maybe that's because the curl isn't as tight. Regardless, it suits Glitch, even if it was Ambrose's preferred style. Brushed out and soft.

"Your zipper looks like it's made of platinum."