Re: Bryn, Jazz, Craig ?
'Just my dirty mind then, I can't switch it off.' He smiled, though tiredness crept into the expression. It had already been a long day and it wasn't even over yet.
He was grateful of the hug, and he held Craig tightly for the brief embrace. 'No, the robes will do for now. No use dirtying another shirt. You wouldn't want one of yours smelling like me anyway.' He squeezed Craig's hand. 'I best go check in, you'll be okay?'