Eddie turned his hand in theirs so they were palm to palm, playing with their fingers a little bit. "I'm glad." He reached up with his other hand, a finger brushing along the nails that had been something else only moments before. He thought about if he had the power, what he might decide to look like, or change, but decided quickly that it was a bad road to go down.
"I don't know...how much it matters, but," Eddie's hand drifted from their fingernails toward their face, brushing a thumb along their cheekbone. "I do like what you've chosen."