"Foolish...?" R repeats, the word slurring its way out of his ruined throat almost reluctantly. Might be kinda hard since he already made a bloody first impression on Julie. Literally. Somehow, insanely, she's still around and willing to give him the second chance no human in their right mind should. R doesn't want to blow it. "So...if...."

The zombie trails off, trying to figure out how he wants to approach this. He's not sure what to make of the vague almost cooing noises Jay makes - he guesses maybe it's supposed to be comforting and maybe it would, if R was still Alive. He mostly finds that warm touch distracting, his eyes drifting down to take in Jay's hand and staring a bit too long to be comfortable.

"So...tell her I ll....love? ...How to...look good?"

R finishes gasping, staring intently at Jay (for a zombie). He's tried brushing his brittle, straw-dry hair out of his eyes a few times but that was about as far as he's gone so far in the whole appearance department. Maybe dunking his face in a scummy puddle while M looked the other way. Everything else has been pretty much his Escort and team of stylists. If you ask him, Jay's gotten off a lot better - he looks dressed to the nines, his colors much better coordinated and making Jay look...sleek. Even the wash cloth matches!