Aw man, that smirk. Josh grins back at him with a quiet chuckle... that almost goes choked when Dwayne does unbutton his cuffs and roll his sleeves up. God, he's so doomed. It's not that he isn't good at keeping it to himself and keeping things normal when he's attracted to guys, he's not a jerk, after all. But it's a bit different in this kind of close quarters and he shifts his attention determinedly back to his ingredients, lining them up near the stove for something to do.
"Yeah, kinda figured finding storage for leftovers isn't likely to be much of an issue." He's still young enough that he can eat like it's going out of style, especially combined with his habitual exercise regimen. As much as he hated most of his father's obsessive training, he's never managed to walk away from it entirely. He might not fight or shoot much anymore, but there aren't many who can keep up with his morning workouts. Dwayne's assessment's pretty spot on, though--he's more than qualified to be the muscle training-wise, as Dwayne learned back at the hotel, but temperament is a completely different matter, and the ugliness and violence would eat away at him over time.
"Man, you're a life saver." He turns back around, figuring he's going to have to just get used to it sooner rather than later, and it was more the act of watching the big redhead roll his cuffs up over his forearms that had caught him off guard for a second there than anything. "Figure close counts, won't be the end of the world if I look a bit like I'm prepping for a flood, right?" And given Dwayne's own proportions the odds are good the t-shirts, at least, will fit fine. And he will not hope that they're a little tight for purposes of showing off, because this is professional and he's trying to make a good impression, dangit... and not that particular type of good impression, either.
He smiles again, none of his awkwardness showing in anything but his scent, which he isn't aware of being an issue, and goes to rifle through the bags just enough to make sure he has the right ones. "Yessir, promise not to brain myself in the bathroom." He glances over as he hefts the appropriate bags and grins, quick and bright, then turns for the bathroom before adding, "It's bad enough you had to haul me through the hotel like a sack of potatoes, having to deal with me naked and wet and out like a light would just be adding insult to injury."
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"Yeah, kinda figured finding storage for leftovers isn't likely to be much of an issue." He's still young enough that he can eat like it's going out of style, especially combined with his habitual exercise regimen. As much as he hated most of his father's obsessive training, he's never managed to walk away from it entirely. He might not fight or shoot much anymore, but there aren't many who can keep up with his morning workouts. Dwayne's assessment's pretty spot on, though--he's more than qualified to be the muscle training-wise, as Dwayne learned back at the hotel, but temperament is a completely different matter, and the ugliness and violence would eat away at him over time.
"Man, you're a life saver." He turns back around, figuring he's going to have to just get used to it sooner rather than later, and it was more the act of watching the big redhead roll his cuffs up over his forearms that had caught him off guard for a second there than anything. "Figure close counts, won't be the end of the world if I look a bit like I'm prepping for a flood, right?" And given Dwayne's own proportions the odds are good the t-shirts, at least, will fit fine. And he will not hope that they're a little tight for purposes of showing off, because this is professional and he's trying to make a good impression, dangit... and not that particular type of good impression, either.
He smiles again, none of his awkwardness showing in anything but his scent, which he isn't aware of being an issue, and goes to rifle through the bags just enough to make sure he has the right ones. "Yessir, promise not to brain myself in the bathroom." He glances over as he hefts the appropriate bags and grins, quick and bright, then turns for the bathroom before adding, "It's bad enough you had to haul me through the hotel like a sack of potatoes, having to deal with me naked and wet and out like a light would just be adding insult to injury."