Bryce tells his girl, who is SO cute, that he doesn't like the color that he bought and is going to try to dye it to make it brighter. Later, he tells the other designers that it's hard being around people who are so much in love because it makes him miss his boyfriend. God. That's really sweet. He gets choked up in the interview talking about how he didn't say anything to Jivan and Janine about his boyfriend, because he knew he'd cry. Can we all just hold hands for a moment? Seriously, don't we want to be with (or glad to have) someone that makes us cry when we talk about them when they're with us? Or to have someone feel that way about us? Listen, I know this is about clothes and it's "reality" television and it's all savage and we're not going to be happy until someone dies ON THE AIR, brutally; but, sometimes, watching people be just people (even if they can't help it -- we all have to be human occasionally, except for maybe, I don't know, Elaine Stritch, who I imagine transcended this bullshit years ago), you see those... moments. And, in contrast with this high stakes circumstance in their lives that they probably all imagine as this literalization of having the brass ring right the fuck in front of you, when every conscious moment they have is spent either doubting themselves or pumping themselves up by whatever means necessary or praying to something -- a moment like Bryce simply and exhaustedly crying because he wants to be near someone who's not there, I don't know. People cry on these shows all of the time, but sometimes there's a tenderness that kind of sets things right. None of this matters. You've got someone who loves you. You have a place in the world, even if it's not at one of those sewing machines. I don't know who I'm turning into right now, but I just found that all remarkably poignant. OK, you can let go of my hand. Did you just smell my hair? Gross. Actually... never mind. You can smell it. That's hotel shampoo. I know. Palm Springs. Miley Cyrus was there at the same time.