Oh, is that how it works. Maybe I should get myself some hair clips, too, then. Join this little club you've apparently got going.

[As though hair clips would even stay in his hair, much less how he would wear them around his hat. He could clip them to the brim, maybe? But still, Jolyne would protest. He knows that already, intuitively.

But it's fine. Nothing seems to be any sort of particular problem, not right now. Not while the sky is stained hues of pink and orange around the gradually setting sun, and the warm rays of fading light are making the curtains seem to glow.]

I already know you two are going to gang up on me. I'm already getting myself ready for it.