[ His eyes go wide at all of this really, and he's taking her hands in his own, finishing the movement she abated. ]

Pretty...is that what it is? [ He laughs and if you listen hard enough it might sounds just the slightest bit flustered, a lone raindrop hidden in snowfall. ]

This isn't the only thing pretty here, you know. [ ... ] Few ask. And even fewer look beyond what they see.

But—you really aren't like most others, Felicia.