[ A few equally loud button-downs make the cut, at Richie’s protest. These clothing items are just a tiny selection of things Eddie has noticed over the past few weeks, as it happens. He sets the shirts on the bed, peering into the closet in search of decent shoes. ]

I’m sure, Rich. Kinda my job to dress like I know what I’m doing. [ setting the most promising options at the foot of the bed. ] And your whole thing somehow works for you, anyway.

[ For a brief moment, he hesitates, shifting his focus to the jacket options in the closet for maximum, self-inflicted irony. ]

You look good, I mean. [ Like, generally. Eddie clears his throat. ] So. It’ll be fine.