Harrow blinks hard and scrubs his hand down his face at that sweater. He boggles at it, totally at a loss for words. It isn't ugly in the humorous way most of today's sweaters have been. No. Light. This is truly ugly. Honestly, really hideous! He sits in total silence as Hughes explains himself, but honestly it's all in one ear and out the other.

"D-did you... Make that yourself?..." Then, hand on his cheek, eyes glazed over, he whispers the revelation, "Someone made that..." A criminal exists in this universe, truly.