Archie tipped his head at the comment of Wren's smell. He smelt of the soaps, certainly, but he didn't think he smelt like Archie. It was probably a bit too much to tell him that he smelt like a human that had been bathed in electricity, for lack of better phrasing. He didn't think Wren would appreciate it. Nor did he really want to say why he could smell that well. Wren might not be as happy to spend time with him if he thought there was a chance Archie would eat him.
He was satisfied with his choice of clothing for his friend, but then- "Oh," Archie tried not to let his surprise show too much, as he had done all day. "You put those on first, beneath your clothes. They're...underwear. Mostly it's for comfort so that your trousers don't rub against your private places, but it's also for modesty." Archie ran his fingers through his hair and worried he was being too vague. "Put them on beneath your pajama bottoms. They'll be more comfortable."
Briefly he had considered going to the over room to change, and when he heard Wren's whimpered little words he was sure he really should have. But he wanted Wren to trust him, and know he was safe. So Archie pulled his jeans off, too, and pulled on his pajama bottoms. Nothing to worry about.
Archie picked up his phone so that he could order them some food and milkshakes. A cheese and tomato pizza and two vanilla milkshakes.
"Now, I'm sure we can find a film we can watch," he added, moving towards his television and turning it on, opening up Netflix and scrolling through the Disney films. He needed to find one that was the least traumatic, the least likely to trigger anything negative in Wren. Tentatively, he opted for The Little Mermaid. He only realised now how much trauma most Disney films had in them.
"I hope this is okay. If you don't enjoy it, please let me know. It's okay if it's not something you like."