Far be it for him to take advice from someone in neon mesh. But there's a thoughtful look down at the relatively normal shirt. It's not born of tradition, or formality. There's no sense of duty tied to it. It feels a bit like wearing a costume, pretending to be something else.
"...I suppose things would have turned out differently, then. If such things were permitted."
And he turns his attention to a rack of boots, rather than to his brother. Some things are still raw, they still sting, but there seems a chance to begin to heal at long last. He won't be the one to drag things back down again.
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Far be it for him to take advice from someone in neon mesh. But there's a thoughtful look down at the relatively normal shirt. It's not born of tradition, or formality. There's no sense of duty tied to it. It feels a bit like wearing a costume, pretending to be something else.
"...I suppose things would have turned out differently, then. If such things were permitted."
And he turns his attention to a rack of boots, rather than to his brother. Some things are still raw, they still sting, but there seems a chance to begin to heal at long last. He won't be the one to drag things back down again.
"Is this...glitter?"