[He sits on the little bench there, head in his hands and clothes piled next to him. He doesn't even need to try them on, he knows they fit. Why did he come in here? Why did he go through the wrong side?
Why is it so quiet?
Jonah swallows hard. Breathe. Picks up the pile of clothes and leaves his dressing room far too quickly to have even tried on one thing. Instead, he'll sit in the little waiting area that parents all too often leave their children to wait. He's patient.]
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Why is it so quiet?
Jonah swallows hard. Breathe. Picks up the pile of clothes and leaves his dressing room far too quickly to have even tried on one thing. Instead, he'll sit in the little waiting area that parents all too often leave their children to wait. He's patient.]