Steve walked down the road quickly. His eyes were burning, but he wasn’t sure how much of that was from the cold. It was freezing, and he tucked his hands under his armpits before the fell off. Winter in Indiana was always shitty, but in the evening it was even worse.
“Why the hell couldn’t you have grabbed your jacket, Harrington?” he muttered angrily at himself under his breath.
I think I want to partially turn this blog into an archive of Joe Keery wearing yellow so well. Also I love this Coach varsity jacket he’s wearing. I thought it said Saturday but it actually says Saturn.