“Well, like today. You came to brunch with me and had to wear brunch-appropriate clothing. Which, honestly, that outfit—” “Are you about to insult my clothes again?” There’s a thread of laughter in his voice. “Yup. I really, really am. ‘Clothes’ is a good word, because ‘outfit’ was stretching things.” Now he laughs outright. “C’mon, I’m wearing jeans and a sweater. They’re in muted colors and have no holes or anything.” Oh, the poor, deprived man.
Yep. Metro
