Wolfgang's already been up; they woke up early (their sleep cycle is shot to hell since meeting Michael) and showered and ate, then went to the shop for a few hours, but nobody came in, so they closed up and came home. Michael was still sleeping, and they should have woken him a few hours earlier, but they let him sleep. With nothing else to do, they changed into pajamas (they're not going anywhere tonight, why bother with pants?) and got into bed with him, reading for a little bit and then falling asleep for a couple hours after taking their meds. When they woke, Michael was still sleeping, but they stayed where they were.
They wonder if he ever notices what they wear, when they make an effort. Because they did make an effort now. Their hair smells like the weird shampoo they make out of beer, cognac and lemon oil, and they're wearing a matching top-and-shorts set, and underneath, new underwear. They're hoping that will make them more confident; they've started wearing thin bras, which they don't need, but it does make them feel a little better. Some things have started to fall into place for them.