"Yeeeah, I'll take a pass, thanks." Besides, if there's ever any nakedness involved Josh would very much like to be wide awake for it, thanks. Which there will not be, dammit. And he's going to stop thinking about it. Immediately. Because he's too old for this kind of nonsense and there's no way he's going to screw up his chances for getting in with an organization that clearly knows what it's doing. He wants to make a real difference, and this is the best chance that's come his way in years.
"Pretty sure I made a bad enough first impression as it is, no need to double down," he adds, turning to walk backwards a step before disappearing down the hall to the bathroom, bags in hand. It's as well set up as Dwayne had indicated--and the window is, in fact, way too small for him to slip through even if he'd wanted to--and it only takes him a moment to find everything he needs. The shower head's even high enough that he only has to duck a little to get his hair, something he imagines he can thanks Dwayne's own height for. And if he spends a bit more time in there than is strictly necessary, well... the water pressure's good. And he's recently concussed. And, okay, his ostensible 'captor' is stupidly hot in all the right ways and if he takes the edge off in here then maybe the odds of embarrassing himself out there will go down a bit. At least he's quiet about it... and young enough still that it doesn't exactly take long.
All of which means he's at least a little more relaxed when he pads back out of the bathroom a little over half an hour later, barefoot and in surprisingly well-fitting jeans--a little baggy, thank god, rather than tight, and with shoes on it probably would be barely noticeable that they're fractionally short--and an only slightly too-tight t-shirt that, yes, shows all the hours of training Josh puts in to best advantage. Even the underwear aren't too bad combined with the room in the jeans and, all in all, Josh feels pretty comfortable as he scruffs a hand through his shaggy, still-damp hair and looks for Dwayne.
"Ready for me to start dinner?" He definitely is, but if Dwayne has anything else to handle he can hold it off for a while and just crack open one of those bags of chips or something.
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Date: 2015-05-18 05:56 pm (UTC)"Pretty sure I made a bad enough first impression as it is, no need to double down," he adds, turning to walk backwards a step before disappearing down the hall to the bathroom, bags in hand. It's as well set up as Dwayne had indicated--and the window is, in fact, way too small for him to slip through even if he'd wanted to--and it only takes him a moment to find everything he needs. The shower head's even high enough that he only has to duck a little to get his hair, something he imagines he can thanks Dwayne's own height for. And if he spends a bit more time in there than is strictly necessary, well... the water pressure's good. And he's recently concussed. And, okay, his ostensible 'captor' is stupidly hot in all the right ways and if he takes the edge off in here then maybe the odds of embarrassing himself out there will go down a bit. At least he's quiet about it... and young enough still that it doesn't exactly take long.
All of which means he's at least a little more relaxed when he pads back out of the bathroom a little over half an hour later, barefoot and in surprisingly well-fitting jeans--a little baggy, thank god, rather than tight, and with shoes on it probably would be barely noticeable that they're fractionally short--and an only slightly too-tight t-shirt that, yes, shows all the hours of training Josh puts in to best advantage. Even the underwear aren't too bad combined with the room in the jeans and, all in all, Josh feels pretty comfortable as he scruffs a hand through his shaggy, still-damp hair and looks for Dwayne.
"Ready for me to start dinner?" He definitely is, but if Dwayne has anything else to handle he can hold it off for a while and just crack open one of those bags of chips or something.