"Oh... well, thank you. Will be a bloody relief to be in my own clothes." Full offense, tshirts. Getting changed in front of Martin wasn't exactly novel but he still feels awkward, more from the situation than anything else. He walks in regardless, accepting the pajamas with a nod before-

Right, putting them on was going to be an elegant affair. Screw Jude Perry.

The pants aren't as bad, thankfully, but the shirt is difficult to work around his arm without hissing in discontent. He tries not to, for Martin's sake and his own stubbornness, and when he's finally done his hair is a mess again and his glasses are askew.