Spoilers: The Parts in the Sum of the Whole
She said it brought out the color of his eyes. Silk. Soft green with brown flecks.
He moved through the motions of tying the half-Windsor. Under, over, around, up, down. He tightened the knot and paused, taking in his reflection.
It was never a conscious choice to dress for her. He'd now done it so long that he couldn't help but to think of her when choosing his clothes.
She was moving on. Wasn't it his turn?
Why should he care what she thought of his ties?
He sighed, loosened his tie, and rifled through the drawer for something different.