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All good things end

A few hours later, after walking around in the mall for what felt like forever, they still hadn't really found anything. Or well, 'they' wasn't really accurate, Brett supposed.

"You can choose anything, I promise it'll be okay," Brett said for probably the third or fourth time.

"I know, " Eddy hummed to Brett as he looked around the stores. He didn't feel really right about spending Brett's money, especially when it had no real purpose. This had no purpose except for him to get out of his head for a bit and to get fresh air. It was kind of fun to walk around and chat with Brett.

Brett looked around for a bit, trying to find one they hadn't briefly stopped by yet.

"How about we go there and look?" he suggested, pointing it out to Eddy. "Seems not too far off your old style, at least."

Eddy looked to where Brett was pointing, the store didn't look too bad so he wouldn't mind exploring it, "Oh it looks interesting. It may be fun to explore."

He concluded, maybe he would actually find something nice to look at. He didn't exactly want to spend Brett's money, not after everything. So he was perfectly fine with just browsing and pretending to show some interest.

"Awesome, come on," Brett said, probably more enthusiastic than he had been just a moment ago. Finally something Eddy seemed to actually like! "But like I said, it's really no big deal to spend the money. I have more than enough."

Eddy flashed a wary smile, yeah fucking with a guy, strangling him and then using his money didn't sound all too appealing. Sure, Eddy was a criminal and sunk to low places but he wasn't going to sink that low. That would just be even more awful than what he had already done. It was hard not to feel guilty about that, "Thanks Brett. I guess we'll see."
"I guess we will," Brett agreed as they approached the shop. It really looked more promising as they got there. It really looked like the kind of clothes Eddy would have liked when they were kids, at least.

Eddy glanced around. To his right was a shelf that was as tall and long as the wall, it was painted a sleek black and held a bunch of graphic tees. A little picture was displayed within individual shelf-cubbies to show off the designs. On the left wall hung button down shirts, blazers and some nice skirts. The middle of the floor was an array of the different clothing, big brands and lesser known brands and then accessories such as belts along with wrist cuffs.
"This one's nice," Brett suggested, pointing to a red and black checkered shirt. "Don't you think?"
Eddy eyed it over. It was red like blood. Blood of those that he had slaughtered and that he could never wash away. His hands were so dirty that they would turn the whole ocean red before they'd become clean, "Yeah I like it. I'm often told that red looks good on me."
"It does," Brett agreed with a small smile, looking at the sizes. He realized quickly he had no idea what size Eddy was anymore, though. He looked over at Eddy, trying to judge it.

Eddy seemed to sense Brett's dilemma, "I'm a medium to a large. It depends on the brand."

He ran a shaky hand through his hair, he would entertain Brett for now. The man did take him on a shopping trip after all, so Eddy should probably seem like he was actually looking at clothing. Not just looking but actually thinking of getting it.

"Let's try with a large, then, and I'll just get you a medium if it's way too big," Brett said with a small smile. He was really trying.

"I take it that I should probably try on a large one then, " Eddy smiled back at Brett, just trying to make up for his sins by appeasing Brett. Deep down he knew that indulging in Brett would never atone for his wrong doings.

Brett happily pulled a large to hold for Eddy while he looked at the other clothes, in case he wanted to bring more stuff to try on at once. He really just wanted to make Eddy feel better.