He really doesn’t care if she’s perfect. He doesn’t want her to be perfect. That’s too much to live up to. But seeing her with her hair a little messy and her lip stick smudged? That’s nice. Silently he undoes the small hook at the top. “There. I’m going to change.” He grabs his clothes and silently thanks Wolverine for remembering his boots.

It takes twenty minutes of fidgeting with everything before he comes back out and leans against the car. He’s twirling the keys on his gloved finger waiting for her.

“Ya know,” he says when she’s close enough, “I think I like ya better this way. You were pretty in your dress but this is you.”