Wolfwood laughs softly. Everyone can get head pats. Edward's height simply makes it that much easier.

"Pretty. Seems nice," Wolfwood repeats, "That's not even three things. Don't ask anyone out if you can't even do that much. Once you can, it won't be impossible. You might still stumble over your words, but you'll have a reason to keep going." Eh?

Wolfwood exhales smoke from his cigarette and leans casually against a vent sticking out from the roof.