"Perhaps he could help you with that." There seemed to be some sort of sexual chemistry between Steven and Megan. You'd have to be blind to miss it. Though both were a bit too abrasive to make anything of it. Clash of egos and all that.
When Megan left the room, Reed headed off to his own closet to rummage. He found a pair of clean jeans and threw them on in addition to a black t-shirt soon covered by a black hoodie that had a rather bold, gold letter P on the chest. Shoes and socks in hand, he returned to the living room to sit down and dress his feet. "Ice cream sounds good. Hopefully somethings open right now. Well, I mean, other than the grocery. We could easily pick up a carton or two and take them to the park. It's a nice night."