[Silver isn't going anywhere, especially with the gesture to stay. he does pick up his things while Malleus is rifling through his closet, listening distantly to the sound of it and trying not to dread whatever aesthetic he comes up with.

admittedly, said costume is not nearly as bad as it could be. Silver can't help the slight relief that spreads through his shoulders, nodding once and-- and pausing as Malleus affixes the party hat over his head. Ah.]

You-- are correct, of course. I would be horrified if I somehow misrepresented you in some way. In future, I would be happy to offer the same.

[in his own way, it's reassurance. even if Malleus' clothing choices sometimes baffle the young man, just being there for him is the least he can do. they've done enough for him, after all.

he holds his arms out for the costume, fully intending to take it and unburden the other.]

Shall we be on our way, Malleus? I imagine you are somewhat anxious to arrive to your first party.