"I didn't say anything about putting them back on, but we might want to before going home." Tim teased as he strolled over to the gazebo. He slung their clothes over his shoulder, snagged the cheese cake and a couple of forks, and the bottle of grape juice. Hell they'd done so much, a little more wouldn't hurt.
On the way out he grabbed the hilt of his crossbow and slung it over his bare shoulder. Once done he made his way slowly back over to the truck. Eating up the fact that TJ was watching him.