There was almost nothing Terry liked more than a Michael-hug. They fit together nicely, and Michael's arms were strong around him. It was slightly too hot, since they were both a bit sweaty and damp, but that didn't matter. It was soothing, being close to someone you cared about, platonic or otherwise, and Terry had always been a big hugger, even as a child. "No cueball here. That's just creepy mate."
Terry shrugged, and quickly stripped off his clothes. Nudity ahd never been a problem for him. He'd been practically raised in a Quidditch locker room, where nudity had just been about as natural as breathing, and six years in a dorm with four other boys had stripped him of any modesty that might be left. Plus, it was hot in Michael's flat, except in the kitchen, and his balls were starting to sweat. Being naked would be a whole lot more comfortable.
"Happy now?" he asked, standing bare arse naked in the middle of Michael's flat. "And I'd love a bacon sandwich or two. Haven't eaten yet today." He'd slept through breakfast and lunch, and had come straight here before dinner so his stomach was very much making itself known. "I can make it, unless you're afraid I'd burn down the kitchen." It had been known to happen, since Terry liked cooking as much as he liked Potions, and just like with Potions he liked to experiment. They didn't always end well.