This time, Justin dropped his bag… and Brian held him at arms length, a look of horror on his face.

“What? Oh fuck. Did someone die?”

Brian’s lips twisted in a grimace. “You’re… you’re wearing purple pants.”

Justin glanced down at his trousers. “They’re burgundy, actually.”

“Burgundy is just purple sideways.”

Justin blinked. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“I don’t know, your pants are giving me a headache.”

“You’re weird.”

“You’re the one wearing purple pants.”