Tommy sniffles into a tissue as he catches his breath. Feels like he's going to be miserable for a little while longer.

"Yeah, maybe I should..."

He plucks the straw cowboy hat off his head and stares at it for a second, wondering why the hell he's wearing a cowboy hat. Then again, like the plaid shirt, it's all just a matter of preference, right?

"I got this from Miss Bar," he murmurs slowly, carefully, remembering with a frown. "Just wanted some clothes that felt like me, is all."

He shakes his head and passes a hand over his face, trying to sort out his thoughts. He scratches at the gingery day-old stubble on his jaw.