“Can I buy you a tux?” “Can you—” “You don’t have one already, right? Were you going to rent one? For the Equinox Gala?” “Yeah. I mean, no, I don’t own one. But you don’t—” “I’m going to call the Hugo Boss store tomorrow,” Scott said. “I do ads for them.” “Yeah, I know.” “I’ll call them. Tell them to expect you. Tell them you’re a friend. They’ll charge my account.” Scott said the words like he was telling himself more than Kip. “Seems a bit…generous. Isn’t it?” Scott stroked the backs of his fingers over Kip’s face. “It’s completely selfish, actually. I want to see you in a tux that was
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