"W0w Archie, that's so much! Thank you!" he exclaimed, overwhelmed and not really able to process what was to him an enormously generous gesture. "This just makes me happy though. I smell like you now!" he added, pleased to be sharing that with his friend.
His friend who should never be lonely, and he was determined to slink by Archie's house more often to see him, even if it meant walking out of the woods. It was a bit fifty-fifty as to whether Wren would remember making the promise to himself, but sometimes his determination to help his friends could overcome his spotty memory.
He'd do it regardless of how nice Archie was being to him.
He was swamped in warm softness and actually held the towel around his body the way Archie had wrapped it around him to follow the man into the other room. He watched curiously as Archie rummaged through the drawers, dripping into the towel and only drying because the towel itself was good at its job.
He went over to inspect the clothing, reaching out to feel the fabric of the boxers between his thumb and forefinger. "They are beautiful." he decided, although- "What are these?" he asked about the boxers, still looking them over.
He turned and a little light in him dimmed when he saw Archie's bare skin, even for the brief moment it had been between Archie removing one shirt and pulling on another. The boxers fell from his slight hold and it was only Archie pulling on his new shirt that stopped Wren dropping the towel too.
"I can be good." he said, vague and distant, unsure because it wasn't normal for people to dress in front of him and undressing had always meant something else. "I can... I can be comfortable."