Log: Billy K/Jamie M
He didn’t feel a whole lot better than he had in the diner, but at least he looked a little better. He’d showered at the motel after the regular who’d paid for the room and left, had even thought to bring some decent soap from Lush that smelled like patchouli and lemongrass instead of having to rely on the extremely questionable motel pucks of paraffin that were supposed to pass for soap. He was leaner than the last time that he’d seem Jamie, more ropy muscle definition through his shoulders and a slightly more narrow tuck from his ribcage down to his waist.
But he showed up at least feeling good, in a black wifebeater tucked into skinny jeans and a loose flannel draped overtop with just one button joined over his sternum. It left just enough of his chest on display, a soft downy tuft of dark hair between his pectorals, and a strip of pale-olive skin sitting above the waistband of his jeans. He wasn’t boarding this time, so he ws clean, skin that wasn’t briny with salt. He climbed the steps to the front door and rang the buzzer, after having texted the number that Jamie gave him and got the all-clear.