#i've always hc'd he couldn't actually use his original boots for the bike. fine for horses not fine for the heat of an engine and also not

[flatstarcarcosa]

it's worth noting that while abe is touched about me getting his original jacket redone, and he knows it's my way of expressing things i struggle with verbally, it's also a bit awkward because of the fact that he doesn't wear it any more and had no intentions of wearing it again.

it wasn't just because. y'know it was fucking. almost 200 years old and waterlogged and covered in blood and gunk, either. it has to do with identity and losing it and him reclaiming a new one that's not quite who he was when he was alive, but sure isn't what he became while undead.

in a roundabout way, the jacket itself kinda becomes symbolic of that. it's not the same jacket, but pieces of the old one are holding the new one together.

but also:

he then adds that if i really wanted to do something like that that would get more use than hanging in the closet, he does have one idea.

we go back to the shop and he gets a custom pair of boots for riding his bike.