JW's brows drifted up. Rose had...a point. She was very shaped. JW looked down at his short jeans cuffs and wondered why he never thought of asking her where she got her clothes before. Probably because his head had been full of other thoughts recently.

"Fancy pants, huh...you know, before I came here I never really saw myself wearing nice clothes. I've had this shirt since I was nineteen." He tugged at his purple silk blouse.