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After the agony of the implant was past, Garak had expected discomfort. Julian had made it clear that his brain chemistry returning to normal would take time and patience. That things would possibly become worse before they improved.
Garak had steeled himself for that. What he had not been prepared for was betrayal from an unexpected quarter. His own closet.
"Oh dear," Garak said as he stared into his wardrobe. Some of it was fine, but other items were fit to rival the good doctor's questionable sartorial choice. A green striped number being one of the first to land in the 'burn it' pile of shame. It was not the last.
"Doctor, did my altered state perhaps… Cause problems with my fashion sense?" Garak asked as he looked at an orange and purple number that threatened to give him a headache.
"Well… It certainly can change perceptions of color and lower inhibitions. So, possibly? I mean, I don't know much about it, but if that's how you feel now, yes?" Julian offered tentatively, respectfully looking away.
"To borrow a human phrase, I must have been high as a kite to wear, let alone make this," Garak said as he hauled out the orange abomination and cast it on the bed. Several more outfits joined it. Some items could be salvaged as coordinates, but the majority were hopeless cases.
"Well, I mean, the craftsmanship is still impeccable, which is a bit terrifying given the circumstances," Julian offered with a smile.
"That you doctor," Garak said with a roll of his eyes.
"I'm serious. The things you make are downright intricate, and you could still do it in that state. I'm genuinely impressed," Julian insisted. Garak wanted to hiss but kept it in. They were already horribly domestic. He didn't need to start becoming that kind of comfortable with the man.
"Really, though… I hadn't considered what these outfits would look like in the kind of lighting you're accustomed to. I genuinely wish I could see ultraviolet light and get the full effect," Julian said with a smile. He poked at crimson tunic with ribbing that mimicked Garaks ridges. It seemed to please him but only made Garak wince.
"Yes, well, I'm rather glad you can't," Garak said cryptically. Seeing colors usually lost on humans was an advantage of sorts. Particularly in this case, as he'd worked in the more embarrassing details in a spectrum Julian couldn't see. Really, what the hebitan hell had he been thinking to go with animal prints?