Ted changed quickly. He didn't want to be that creepy guy that lingered in the men's room with no real purpose. He also didn't want to get caught changing in there. He wasn't entirely sure he was allowed to, though he couldn't see why it would be a problem.
Out of habit, or some strange sense of obligation, Ted folded the jumpsuit, shoved it into the shoebox, and put the box into his bag. He was just going to hold onto it for a while, he thought. Maybe remind him that he wasn't actually in a hospital somewhere drooling on himself.
When he walked out, he felt much better about everything. He felt like a person again instead of a prisoner.
As they walked out of the store, Ted realized something. "I suppose I should know your name. I'm Ted."