Ethan grabbed the newspaper from the bedside table closest to him, all the while watching his friend with unveiled curiosity. It unnerved him that his friend had been given a cursed jumper. He stood and handed the paper over, his attention on the sweater. He pushed Giles aside as he studied the garment. His fingertips brushed across the fabric, and... there, he could feel it, a wave of indifference.
"Hm." He straightened and crossed his arms. "That one," he said, gesturing toward the hoodie, "is filled with rage, and this one..."
He paused and frowned. Looking to Giles, he asked, "Were these simply handed out to whomever wanted them?"