Clean again, Anderson dithered over what to wear, though he knew full well he was only fussing as a means to stall.
"Suck it up," Lynn said and shoved him out of the way to pick through Anderson's half of the closet. After a few minutes, he laid a pile of clothes in Anderson's arms: fancy jeans Lynn had insisted on buying no matter how stupid it was to pay that much for denim, a dark pink polo that was one of Anderson's favorites, and slinky pink boxers that were no doubt meant to please Lynn more than Anderson. Not that he was complaining. He was perfectly okay with silk boxers and their effect on Lynn.
He pulled the clothes on quickly, then brushed his hair and braided it back. Definitely needed to trim it, but with no job putting pressure on him, he'd gotten lazy fast. "Let's get this over with."