The brush against his hip knocks the breath out of him for a second, but he clears his throat quickly, acting as though nothing happened. “I’d like you better as anything I could stick a leash on.” Poor choice of words and he’s cringing because he knows it. Sometimes he really doesn’t think.
And that gag is starting to sound like an excellent idea. He isn’t gone long, but apparently it’s long enough for some fascinating developments.
Technically, Silas didn’t give him any instructions about keeping his clothes on. Thank the powers that be he’s still in the vehicle, and that the cab sits high. Though a few of the locals might be giving the shirtless man some interested looks. If only they knew what they were missing.
He has to admit, he wasn’t expecting that. As soon as the door opens, Silas is momentarily taken aback, before hurrying to get in and get the door closed before people start getting any ideas. “Then here,” have a very cold box of dinonuggets thrust onto bare skin, “hold this. It’ll help.”
All of his focus is on the road, because his only other option is the man in the seat next to him. He could probably stand to turn the heat down, he’s plenty warm right now. “Could you at least keep your…pants…on?”
You have no idea how relieved he is to finally be home when they get there, sliding out of the truck and fidgeting with the keys in the dark. That’s the thing about where he lives, there’s no street lights out here, and he has no need to keep any house lights on. Hopefully Astrotrain makes it to the door alright. If not, there’s an outside light on soon enough once Silas gets in, and he peers around the door frame to make sure his guest is still in tow.
Another puppy-like yip at the sudden addition of frozen goods a bit too close to certain other goods, forcing him to stop splaying out comfortably and assume a more decent position that looked a lot like the fetal position to start with. Still butt naked.
Still winking at a couple passersby on the way out. He’s meaning it as a sort of ‘guess who’s gettin’ laid’ gesture, but the rather exuberant looking female made a ‘call me’ motion in response.
He ain’t even got a phone, girl, calm down.
"S’not even pants." He pouted, wriggling the offending purple object in Silas’ peripheral vision. "They ride up my aft. It kinda hurts."
Muttergrumble, setting the dinonuggets on the dashboard to put the thong back on anyway. Slowly, to keep from tearing the damn thing, and accidentally sensually as he has to arch his hips up to get the angle just right, lest certain (large) items return to flapping in the breeze, defeating the purpose of the thing to start with. That little grunt of effort probably didn’t help. It’s a miracle they didn’t wreck.
Just gonna hold onto the jacket like a weird blanket, fingers idly pressing and probing the fabric to get a better sensation than forcibly wrapped around his skin. He’ll keep doing that until they get there, when he has to slowly slide out of the truck to navigate in the fucking dark, without his usual low-light sensors. He may have stood there mulishly until his human eyes decided to cooperate, cold or no cold. It wasn’t the same, but at least he didn’t trip on anything.
"That would’ve been helpful like ten minutes ago," Shuffling the jacket and dinonuggets around in his arms to alternate warmth and cold while he glared at Silas and his light. "These optics have the literal worst resolution in low light. Not even any infrared."
Once he’s in your house, he’s going to go from irritable to curious as hell. You may have wanted to childproof the place first.