[ He starts to slowly take the uniform from the hangar, his hands moving automatically as he folds it carefully. Every inch of it is familiar to him - the surprising weight of it, the creak of the leather. The more he thinks about it the more he realises that, yes, he does want it. Whatever that means. ]
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Oh, who knows anymore...
[ He starts to slowly take the uniform from the hangar, his hands moving automatically as he folds it carefully. Every inch of it is familiar to him - the surprising weight of it, the creak of the leather. The more he thinks about it the more he realises that, yes, he does want it. Whatever that means. ]
Don't overthink it. I know I'm trying not to.