He'd warned Viggo about that years ago: "Sew that little rip up now, or it'll just get worse." Sean smiles bitterly. And he just let it get worse.
He squeezes the sweater into a ball and buries his nose in it. How to deconstruct "Essence of Viggo"? Oil paints, soil, warmth, sweat, sex... love...
Sliding to the floor, Sean's eyes prickle with tears as he remembers his first wife's admonition: once wool takes a scent, it holds onto it forever.