You don't really have much fashion in a post-nuclear apocalypse world, especially when your living in a commune in the middle of Nevada desert, but the poor guy tries. He usually sleeps in the school tent, on an old camping mattress which he rolls up in the morning. He wears an oxford that no longer fits, some old bottoms he traded for a signed copy of some weird vampire romance novel, and a bathrobe on the colder nights. He usually goes over the kid's work before he call's it a night, and drinks some weird tea from herbs in the garden. And the baseball bat? Well, even a pacifist can never be too careful...