There were only so many ways for Zach to dress down. Jeans were less formal than many of his trousers, and the t-shirt one of his limited options for an non-collared shirt. And Z had never considered wearing a wifebeater himself, but it fit T very nicely. Okay, he had noticed T's clothes. That was good and all, but really going them over that many times in his head was not going to help him not stare. And there were going to be plenty of boys to stare at once they got where they were going.
Staying there for a gay night out, well, that - Zach would not have had qualms with that, but he figured it never was particularly going to be the first idea to come to T's mind. So Zach expected it. And with T, the close contact was just normal. Smiling, Zach shrugged a little, "I don't mind. Are you going to get a car or a motorcycle or something else?" Those words Zach knew, not that he wanted to share where it was he had learned them from.