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Bill looked up in surprise when Tim came out of their bedroom, and his eyes widened.
“Why all the red, Timbo?”
Tim smiled at him, his finger twisting around and around a lock of his blond hair. “I just felt like it.”
Instead of his usual blue suit, Tim was now wearing a maroon suit, and a blood red tie under his usual Union Jack waistcoat.
“Well, I think it suits you.”
Tim beamed, walking with an exaggerated bounce as he crossed the room and sat down beside him.
“Thank you.” He said, taking Bill’s hand and squeezing it hard.