Van thought, mostly because thinking
was better than thinking
. More in-character, too, so, really, it wasn't so much a matter of denial, denial, denial as it was a win-win: keep playing the part, and don't feel too bad.
(two days earlier)
"Orange jumpsuits just ain't my style, know what I'm saying?" Deaq had said, two days earlier, and Van had nodded, hearing
"Yeah, that color really clashes with your eyes," he said.
"Exactly." Deaq gave him a look. "Now you, on the other hand."
"What can I say: I put on a trashbag, suddenly everyone thinks trashbags make you good-looking," Van said. "It's a curse, I'm telling you."
Deaq chuckled a little, but it was more his
chuckle and less his
"Just remember that only because you can, that ain't no reason to actually do it."
"Hey, I know style, all right? I
style. Look at this shirt, right here." Van couldn't remember where he'd gotten it, exactly. It looked expensive, though. It probably had been.
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