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"It's like when you haven't done laundry so you dig into your closet for the good stuff," explains Finch, gesturing at the bizarrely bright yellow plaid suit, the fabric of which Fusco swears he's seen covering a couch down at the Jersey shore.
The thought is valid, he agrees, running a finger up and down the dark blue silk of his best clip on tie, given to him by Finch, along with the suit, because apparently the color brings out his eyes. It explains the glittering ballroom dress that Shaw wears sulkily but why in God's name is Wonderboy stalking around in just a surgical mask and thong?