Pale fingers tugged at the wool pants, itchy things, terrible for sensitive skin. He could only imagine what kind of hell Selina would raise should she ever be committed again. There was an itch in the back of his mind too. One that he just couldn't scratch, grass green gaze skimming the faces allowed in the gathering room that week.
'Ah...'
Slowly unfolding himself, he smiled at the guard, lifting a hand to wiggle his fingers in greeting before pointing in the direction of one of the other patients. The concern didn't completely go away, but it was now tinted with exasperation. And was that pleading there at the corners of his mouth?
Maybe.
Possibly.
'Y'know it's been bothering me lately, what type of blue is it supposed to be? I don't think Carroll ever properly described it did he?'
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