"You're an original," Lennon said. That could be taken as snarky but in this case it wasn't meant that way. He was glad to see Marco happy in his bright Hawaiian shirt, and somehow it suited him in a way it probably wouldn't have suited any of the others. "I like it."
He decided that the pants would do fine and tossed them over his shoulder as he continued to paw through the clothes offerings. He paused with his fingers on a deep crimson-colored t-shirt as if deciding, then looked over at Marco's arm. "Could be just because you're thinkin' about it," he said with a nod. "If you forget it's there maybe it won't itch at all." Although yeah, once you set eyes on that it'd be hard to forget, he thought. Not like the color stood out or anything.
"I wonder if they're real," he said, his thoughts wandering back to the monsters. "Like, could they be some kind of robots? Somebody should cut one of them to see if they bleed." Or would they have some kind of weird blood that was clearly not human? Ugh. He yanked the t-shirt off its hanger, thinking it might be a good color for him.