[ He'll grin at her before looking down at his pile. Excuse him while he uh, well, looks down and back at her. Is it courtesy to go into the walk-in closet? Or, the bathroom? He's changed in dressing rooms before. Fuck it. He shrugs off his jacket, drapes it on the bed and then peels off the shirt he's wearing. He'll try... the v-neck t-shirt she made. He puts it on. It fits snugly. In a good, hug all the right places way. He turns. ]
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Whadya think?