Sheepishly scratching a cheek, he gave no reply. He thought he looked okay in a suit, but still wasn't exactly used to compliments. But in the low light, the color on his face darkened. Really, he was touched in his own wordless, gruff way.

"True. ...But some of 'em? I don't miss." Perhaps that outfit could be buried and forgotten. It took no brain-work to figure out which.

But he was taken from his thoughts by something touching his arm. It was like a spark at first, something jumping around in his chest, and he quietly swallowed. As he brought that arm out, slowly winding it around her shoulders instead, it may as well have been a summer evening; he didn't feel cold at all.

"Yeah." So that was- that was it, then. Getting out what was in his head as (what he thought was) a well-kept secret wasn't as terrifying as he thought it would be. Standing on the rooftop now, he felt like he was on the tallest building in the city, so much weight off of his shoulders. Just days ago, he would have dreamed of being where he was right now.

"...Thanks. Uhm- f-for hearin' me out."