“The toolbox?” Tim looks momentarily surprised, and then shrugs. “I guess they ran out of places to hide it in the fridge. At least I’ll stop trying to turn the fake lettuce into a salad?”
He gives Guardian a once-over. The clothes are okay. Plain, but that was the idea. They fit well enough to not noticeably baggy or tight where they aren’t meant to be so.
(But um. Kinda no hiding how broad those shoulders and chest are.)
(He should not be looking at his dad’s clothes this way.)
Clearing his throat, Tim shakes his head and explains the logic of clothes. “You need to untuck your shirts if you’re going to layer flannel. It’s the difference between looking like a middle-aged exec on his day off or like a young, hot guy going somewhere cool. People will still look at you, but you don’t want them wondering why you’re incongruously nerdy. They’ll look more. At least do a French tuck.”
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He gives Guardian a once-over. The clothes are okay. Plain, but that was the idea. They fit well enough to not noticeably baggy or tight where they aren’t meant to be so.
(But um. Kinda no hiding how broad those shoulders and chest are.)
(He should not be looking at his dad’s clothes this way.)
Clearing his throat, Tim shakes his head and explains the logic of clothes. “You need to untuck your shirts if you’re going to layer flannel. It’s the difference between looking like a middle-aged exec on his day off or like a young, hot guy going somewhere cool. People will still look at you, but you don’t want them wondering why you’re incongruously nerdy. They’ll look more. At least do a French tuck.”