Jae is greeted by his own reflection cast double in Sunny's sunglasses, but his eyes probably match the bright smile comes along automatically with greeting. Compliant to being led by the hand passed the invisible wards erected, that nag at his senses like a noise with no source, this place is quasi-familiar in that he's been here before, but not exactly anything close to setting up camp here. "This is for you," he says, lifting the box to almost (Jae's) chin height before lowering it again. There's a warm, syruppy smell that comes from it. "Or me, if you hate it."

His fingertips do like a musical tapdance against the back of Jae's hand. "You look good," he says, in that tone that people take when they didn't really begin to measure how shitty you must have felt before for all that Sunny witnessed the everything first hand.