Going around Leo’s place without a shirt was one thing, but pants? Probably mandatory, even though he had to tie the string tight enough to have a huge bow hanging off his front. “It’s either this, or in my boxers.”
“…”
“Fair enough.” He looked comical, like a jester amusing the king with a costume change or something. A weird image to conjure. Now he couldn’t stop imagining Danny flittering about in the traditional court jester attire. “Do ye not own enough pants or is it sheer laziness that’s caused you to run out of something clean?"
