[He leans into it, smiling.] I had help. I mean, how many best friends will handcuff you to a radiator so you don't kill anyone? [All of them, he hopes, but that's beside the point.

He follows her inside, sitting down on the corner of her bed, reluctant to let go of her hand. It's been weird, getting used to the gloves, but he's getting there.]

A charm? Like, a bracelet, or...?