This was the result of several conversations with Scribbler about Paul's terrible dress sense. (Although I do think the wardrobe people on the show pitched his lack-of-style perfectly for the character.)

Dress Code

Paul caught Georgia’s sideways look as she locked the door to her apartment.


She flushed. “Nothing.” She strode off toward the elevator.

Paul hurried after her. “Wait. What?

She shrugged. “It’s just…. Do you have to dress like a priest?”

“What?” Paul stared at her in surprise.

“I see you and Poppi together and….”

“Oh.” Paul looked down at himself. Maybe she had a point. “It feels… comfortable,” he offered.

The elevator arrived. Stepping inside, Georgia turned and smiled. “I know. But you’re not in the seminary now.”

Paul grinned as he joined her and took her hand. “Uh-huh.”

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