He nodded, moving to find the most casual he could. "I'm thinking the satin jammies are a bad choice," He teased, though he grabbed a pair of sweat pants, midnight black and probably for training, and a tee shirt. Opening a drawer, getting a pair of pants and coming back over.
"How much help do you need?" He asked, not wanting to push or insist, and not commenting about the doubt. He needed to stay focused and a Kingsman. At least right now, even with all the cursing.
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Date: 2016-05-30 06:01 am (UTC)"How much help do you need?" He asked, not wanting to push or insist, and not commenting about the doubt. He needed to stay focused and a Kingsman. At least right now, even with all the cursing.