It's a nice sight, and he admits to himself that Xue Yang's hair is just as soft as he'd thought it would be, once clean and brushed out.

He doesn't let himself hover, choosing instead to clean up the medical supplies and various other cleaning supplies he'd pulled out to tend to this gremlin of a man. Only a fresh bandage is left out, for that poor left hand.

"Yes. Nicer. I hope...happy, too."