Matt
Matt owns exactly two pairs of ragged jeans, beyond the point of distressed, there's barely any fabric left at the knees, smelling of dried grass and nicotine. And a single black and red striped sweater.
Despite the weather, and the mockery of Mello, he wears the old same, day in and day out.
He has tried to purchase something different, has been given new clothes even, but as he climbs out of the shower there's the same jeans and sweater combo waiting for him on the rack.
It's a little comforting, the way they're always warm like they've been used.