And Sparkle grinned and silently mouthed 'blah blah whine whine,' as he led Atton confidently straight to the men's room at the restaurant.

"Here," he said, setting his backpack on the set counter by the sink. "Throw these on, first. It'll make your hair easier later."

Yes, he was pulling out some unholy combination of torn black t-shirt and fishnet, just for you, Atton.