There's a nice, warm flutter in his chest at Johnny's words, and Jeff touches a hand to his hair, trying to picture it. He's never been elegant before. Fuck, this dress, and a couple others from Duplicity, are the nicest things he owns, and all of them came from orgies and... parties that became orgies, pretty much. It kind of throws a mixed bag of emotions and associations all over everything.

"I'll have to let you dress me sometime. You're the fashion expert here." As the best dressed person on the ship at any given time.

"You know," he starts, and it's clear that Emotions are about to happen. "This is the first wedding I've ever been to that was... gay, or queer, or poly--" All of the above? In any case, it's probably a big reason for why he's been tearing up on and off all night. It's so lovely, and so beautiful, and fucking unobtainable back home, at least in any way recognized by law. "I just mean, I'm glad it was yours."