With a bundle of jeans thrown into his arms, the time to stop talking about clothes and start trying them on had arrived. He gave a short-lived glance toward the changing rooms. It did feel a little strange having another guy's opinion in this way. But no matter what Tristan had said, he was keeping his underwear very firmly on today.
Temporarily putting aside the thought of Tristan's trip off the island, he went into the small room and changed into the first pair of jeans, which were shockingly more comfortable than he'd expected. He idly pulled the door open again with his fingertips. Offering himself up to the full scope of Tristan's discerning opinion made him feel like some bit of tender filet mignon being thrown to a lion.
"Be gentle with me." If he was going to be told he looked like a moron, he at least wanted it to be constructive.