"That's handy." That was also making him feel so many things that his heart was going crazy from it, but he was trying to play it cool. What he wanted was to kiss Sam right now. Would it be so wrong?

For the moment, he took the bag and set it down on the ground, then began unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes on Sam, who was getting dressed. "Thank you for not tossing it. I like those joggers."

Not that he was really lacking clothes, but this was different. These were the ones he wore the most around Sam. "I've stopped, you know?" He shrugged out of his wet shirt and folded it up to set it aside. "Because you told me it bothers you. I've stopped fucking around."