[Jon listens, watches as best he can. It isn't too difficult a lie to believe given the state Jon's in. The near shell-shock and distress, his clothes. No, the clerk believes it wholly. Showing Jon to where the clothes available to him. But even with the assistance and whole store laid out before him, Jon feels stalled.
It's a weird feeling. Knowing he can just.... choose. There are no strings guiding him, no wind whispering against the back of his neck where to look. This is all.... Him. He gets to choose something as simple as his own clothes. No expectation of whatever appearances he has to maintain either as an academic or a manager or anything. What does he even like? Has he ever known? Has Jonathan Sims ever known what clothes he likes that weren't dictated by some expectation?
He's fairly certain he was all right with the spare clothes he got from Georgie when he stayed with her. Those were comfortable. A simple t-shirt and sweats... But likely not something to be traipsing around in Hell in. (No, he cannot even let that little bit of keeping-up-appearances go. He has to look presentable, doesn't he.)
Jon finds himself gravitating idly toward what look like some neutral color button downs. Very plain. Unobtrusive and won't stand out at all. He starts to reach for one to check before seeing his own filthy hands and pulls back. The man hesitates before carefully keeping his hands to himself and looking back to Kim, calling out.]
You're sure this is all right?
[Trying to mask his own indecision at suddenly having all the choices available to him, and his own self-assuredness he doesn't deserve any of this kindness by asking more questions.]
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It's a weird feeling. Knowing he can just.... choose. There are no strings guiding him, no wind whispering against the back of his neck where to look. This is all.... Him. He gets to choose something as simple as his own clothes. No expectation of whatever appearances he has to maintain either as an academic or a manager or anything. What does he even like? Has he ever known? Has Jonathan Sims ever known what clothes he likes that weren't dictated by some expectation?
He's fairly certain he was all right with the spare clothes he got from Georgie when he stayed with her. Those were comfortable. A simple t-shirt and sweats... But likely not something to be traipsing around in Hell in. (No, he cannot even let that little bit of keeping-up-appearances go. He has to look presentable, doesn't he.)
Jon finds himself gravitating idly toward what look like some neutral color button downs. Very plain. Unobtrusive and won't stand out at all. He starts to reach for one to check before seeing his own filthy hands and pulls back. The man hesitates before carefully keeping his hands to himself and looking back to Kim, calling out.]
You're sure this is all right?
[Trying to mask his own indecision at suddenly having all the choices available to him, and his own self-assuredness he doesn't deserve any of this kindness by asking more questions.]