"Yeah," Omega says dejectedly. "It's just, when there's so many little brothers, it's easier to just say "all the purple ones are mine." Of course, that hasn't worked since Theta came around." He shakes his head. "Grey isn't a color. Grey is what happens when Gamma does laundry. Maybe you're a blue. How do you feel about this one?" He picks up a shirt that would make Epsilon happy, holds it out to the stranger.

Look, he reminds Omega of a kid for some reason. And he has too much going on to remember that there are actually people in this world not part of his family.