He laughs a little - brief and voiceless, but still - when she hugs him, and lets his arm rest around her and stay there, companionable. (Oh god, glitter never goes away, now he's stuck with it forever.)

"I thought you'd like it." His voice is subdued as always, but still clear enough to be heard despite the noise. It's fine, he'll pass off dressing semi-appropriately with a few conspicuous notes of leather on not wanting to be 'Hasi's insane friend in the bad Christmas sweater'; that he both looks like and carries the air of someone who knows what he's doing here (and halfway does) is totally irrelevant. Totally.