"I-" he starts, snorts to cover the sudden moment of tickleshness brought up by Locus' hands resting where they are, and continues through the step two three turn five six. "Don't need flowers. I'm the lead, and a lead's job isn't to be pretty."

Seriously, guys. Get with the program. Of course this is coming from old ass lessons back when he was a kid- but. Point remains.

"The lead is the frame and you are the painting. It's my job to make you look good." A beat. "Uh, this is where I'd be all smooth and dip you to prove my point but I don't think I can hold you up, man."

Still, sheepish and smiling and deeply pleased with having this is he. "Besides- I got y'all. Prettier than any flower crown I could code."