“Just colors,” he begins muttering. “Not feelings. Just colors. Not bad. Just colors.” Eventually, he glances up, noticing our confused expressions, and freezes. He looks uncharacteristically embarrassed. “Oh, it’s just…. Vinny and Sy say I need to find the good in every color. But, like—” He flashes a neon yellow swatch at us. “A guy can only handle so much.”
