Thing he lacked from his bedroom back home was a dressing screen. He would be a liar if he said that seeing her seated up at the top of his bed as she was made his mouth go dry. Swallowing thickly he placed the bags at the foot of the bed. Clearing his throat as he did not quite trust his voice at the moment.
He began removing the items from each bag, laying out the trousers, and shirts acordingly. Taking up some of the denim he held them up. "Is there any specifics on how I should get started? I do know how to dress myself but... as far as these go..." He trailed off nodding toward the different articals that littered the foot of the bed.