"No, I don't care how it looks," he snapped back. He had more important things to worry about than his appearance, at the moment, and Evander did too. This preoccupation with the button was unhealthy, he was certain of that, and he wasn't going to let himself get caught up in it just because Evander was insisting they both go crazy together. At this point, he didn't even care whether they were going to be noticed for hanging back, or even if they made a scene. He was in the right here, and Evander was being insane, and if he wanted to put that on display for everyone who had attended the funeral, so fucking be it.

"And I don't think Dad noticed, did he?" John continued hotly. Evander was getting so caught up in all of this that he had completely lost sight of what they were actually doing here, and what the point of this entire event was. Their father was dead — how could anyone, even Evander, anal-retentive as he could be, care about the goddamn button on his coat?