"Oh, for God's sake, come in and stop wittering on." He left the door open as he went back into the bedroom, and picked up Ethan's shirt and his own trousers, pulling the pants on first and buttoning them up.
He couldn't believe the boy had been scandalized like that, and he put his shoes on quickly. Leaning over, he tucked the wrinkled and rolling blankets up around Ethan's shoulders, then picked up the pack of cigarettes and tucked it into his pants pocket.
Moments later, he came out of the bedroom, buttoning up Ethan's shirt without having realized it wasn't his own, and tucked it into his pants. "All right, I've got clothes on, you can stop being shocked now." The eyeroll was obvious in Giles' voice even though Ritchie's eyes were still hidden. "What's the problem that brings you in your pajamas at eight in the bloody morning?" He walked around Ritchie into the kitchen, and ran the silver kettle full of water as he set it on the stove to boil.