Zack smiled, more at the touch of Xander's fingers than anything.
"S'good rope," he said. The bracelet had been braided with sturdy twine and adorned with various beads. He'd had it for years. "Friendship bracelet you know. You don't ever take them off until they fall off on their own."
His hand turned slightly until the palm was up - perhaps inviting Xander to take it if he wanted.