"It is now that I've been through it. Be there in a sec-forgot a shirt." Because it's not as if she noticed, he thought sarcastically as he turned his back to her. He rummaged in his bag until he found an old oxford with long sleeves. It was wrinkled, but is smelled like cheap dryer towels so it was at least clean. He pulled it on before thinking about the fact that buttons were not his strong suit for getting dressed quickly. He did up three of them and headed for the couch as casually as he could.
He sank down heavily, feeling as though he hadn't really sat in weeks. "Thank you," he said.