Don't you dare blame me for that atrocity. [ she raises a hand; she waggles a finger. ] What say did I have in how he wore his mustache? He was a civilian. It's not like I could bring him up on dress-code infractions like the other lads.

[ not to mention... ]

Having that conversation with him once was more than enough to put me off my appetite for a week.

[ because, oh, the innuendo that followed! ]

I'm just saying, I couldn't blame my mom, they say love is blind. I couldn't blame Jarvis, he was working for the man, you're the last one I could hope would stop that from happening. and yet. you know, he never shaved it, he wore it when his hair went grey.

[ but it does feel good to laugh about the subject, for once, to feel anything affectionate and not also dipped in resentment. ]