Angel Dust

The hesitation honestly doesn't surprise him at all, he knows the kind of shit Angel has been through and what his mind must be going through by being presented with something like this. Every single bit of it was wrong, of course, but Husk wasn't in any sort of place to be telling him what he should or shouldn't think. But the look he gives him is almost... heartbreaking in a way, that he would think there's a catch. He knows it's from the past, of course it was, but the thought is still there.

Relief is what he feels once he speaks again and picks it up, a smile crossing his lips and quickly nodding at the question. It looks absolutely gorgeous against him already, the colors. But he scoots to get himself behind him, fingers somehow managing to be deft enough to gingerly get the clasp and let it rest against his body. His hands slowly slide down his sides before he scoots to sit in front of him again to just admire the sight.

"It's... also got a unique little feature that it'll lead you to me if you want it to." If you want it to. He's almost embarrassed to admit to that, for how sappy it probably sounds.