Walter glanced to Darkness, who snickered and landed behind Diana. He felt like he was missing something. But he couldn't lie and what he had said was true. In time...he would adapt to Sniffer. And he wouldn't resent Diana for giving her to him. But for now, he was still a little bitter about it. Regardless, he nodded and tried on the clothes. Once he was gone, Darkness lowered his voice to Diana.

"Shy, but blunt." If Walter talked, it was obvious where you stood with him. But he didn't often talk to people to let them know that.

The jeans definitely felt a little strange. Not in an outright bad way, but simply in a new way. After tugging on one of the tops, he considered himself in the mirror. It was...odd, to see on himself. He still didn't know if it looked good or not. But before he stepped out to get Darkness and Diana's judgement, he looked at his arms and paused. He had some long scars on his forearms; not from the orphanage or the prison. They were scars he'd made himself. He tugged a little on the sleeves, regretting the t-shirts now. He glanced at the changing room door and put his hands behind his back as he walked out. A half-hearted effort to hide them, since he knew Diana would want to see how he looked.