As Sam left the shower, he grabbed a towel and dried his hair first, tying it around his waist as he looked at Barty for a moment. Well, given he was here for him, as fucking always, and offering to help him then he may as well relent on something. "I didn't... I didn't toss all your shit out like I said I did."

Okay, he was pathetic. He kept Barty's stuff. Whatever. He was already a pathetic loser right now, why not add to it?

He walked back into the bedroom and opened the closet, gesturing at the bottom shelf inside. "In the ASDA bag. I think you left some joggers here before. Some t-shirts. Was gonna toss 'em but..." The feelings won out. "No time."