RIGGS & STEVE.
"Who knows, do it and find out," Steve said, rolling his eyes at the smartassery he was getting. He knew he could be a pain in the ass when he wanted to, but Riggs took it to a different level. A much higher level.
Was this what it felt like to be a dad? Because he was starting to get a headache.
"Riggs, it's not about your clothes," Steve said, scanning over said clothes and eyebrows furrowing further. "Well, not directly. Something's going on with you and for the life of me, I can't figure out what. So I can employ some advance interrogation methods or you can just tell me."