Did she have to say it out loud? The more she tried (and Sitwell did appreciate that, she was trying) to become someone Sitwell would take home to his parents, the more glaring her...alternative quirks were. Sitwell realized he was grimacing and hissing for an uncomfortably long time and abruptly stopped, eyes closed and hands up to reset the scene. Maybe he only noticed because he knew where to look. But it was all still there when he opened his eyes again, so he said, "Can you, uh...Put them back, they're okay, wear whatever you-- no, wear that, but it's okay. They can get used to it. I got used to it." That sounded bad. "I mean, the way you are, I like you, not like, I mean you're fine, you're-- not just fine, that's not what I mean, you're great, you're perfect." Sitwell let out a short breath, knowing that was a step too far and not sure how to reign it in. "The way you are," he repeated.