081413 #worm Him crashes headlong into Me in the hall. As they are picking themselves up, Him says he was just coming to check on Me. Him has Me's leather fanny pack and some neatly folded clothes, which he proffers. Me puts them on over his wetness. The jeans are a little too tight, but somehow the constriction feels good. The long-sleeved tee is comfortably faded. Me notices Him is similarly dressed, though the borrowed clothes fit Him better.