[Shakes his head, lifting his hand to touch at his hair, curling his fingers lightly and pushing it from his face]
It's not you. You're fine. [...] It's from someone you-- [care for? love? care about? ... love???? fuck, what does he even say about this.]
[Brushes his hand over his chest, settling on the scar above his heart and lingering there, taking in a deep, steadying breath and his earlier uncertainty melting away] It's something important to you. You treat it with care, as well you should. That's all.
[And when he looks up again, his smile is genuine, fond again, and the teasing tone is back,] Now, see, everyone always says it's pretty. But I think it gets well overshadowed by its wearer.