Please, like you're not practically wearing tights in public already, Mr. Skinny Pants.

[He leans back against the bed, grinning a smug sort of grin, with just a warm undercurrent of gosh, I missed having stupid conversations like this. He doesn't feel as bad about falling asleep in his brother's bed as he might have.]

I mean...technically it's for protection, but if you really want tights, I could probably make arrangements...you want tights. Bulletproof tights? I could do that.