Jim was not busy. He was changing out of his work clothes. The suit jacket already hung up and digging through Sherrinford's shirts, his own shirt only half unbuttoned and belt hanging open. Look, he'd gotten distracted after seeing one he 'borrowed' before in the dirty laundry pile and wanted another.
He froze midway through shuffling shirts and glanced up towards the door. "I'm looking for something to wear. What is it?"