"The Nexus on Valentine's Day. Fucking perfect." Harold rolled his eyes, laughing. He looked up. "Nah. I've had good luck with giving jackets to naked men. Maybe it's just trying to tell me it needs pointers on what to do with a red ribbon. I would have gone with wrists," he pointed out to the multiverse at large, before looking back to Julian's face with an embarrassed chuckle.

Clearly this was one of those things, those days when weird shit happened and nobody was quite the same as other days. He rather had the urge to raise his fist in defiance at that, but found he could only laugh.