Oh I thought he was supposed to have a shirtless moment or some shit-))

"Well, I kind of thought totaling your truck and being kidnapped would qualify taking a shower, but you do you." Harlow shrugged, gently gesturing for him to take the cloth. "I can find you a shirt though- would you like some pants too, or?" She had never had the stomach to clean out her exs clothes after he died, and they seemed about the same size. She didn't have time to be weak over Alex now though- so she simply refused.

hehe))
"Fine then, your house your rules." He looked up, taking the rag, he put it back on his head. "Yeah, sure. Thank you." He said, wardrobe change included apparently. He wondered why she would have men's clothes lying around but he didn't feel like asking. After all he'd only known her for 20 minutes or so.

"...why do you have mens clothing that fits me..?"

"...shut the fuck up, MaRk. I LIKE BIG CLOTHES, OKAY?" *Triggered*))

"Of course, you can stink like gasoline if you really want." She said sarcastically as she walked off up the stairs. "It's no problem." She called back lightly, rooting through the boxes in her spare room quickly. She grabbed a white button down shirt, since it would be easier to handle with his shoulder, and a pair of black pants. She trotted back down the stairs to him, shaking her head so her hair got tossed behind her back. She flopped the clothes on the couch beside him. "Now, the real question is if you want me to relocate your shoulder now, or when you aren't expecting it?" She said sarcastically.

He gave her a look, knowing full and well that he'd gotten no gasoline on him. Or any other liquid from inside his vehicle on him. He took the clothes she brought and put them on the armrest beside him. "The real real question will be is if you can catch me off guard. Or at least fast enough to put it back." (do it now HEHE) He gave her a very brag-like look.

"Oh, I can be very surprising." Harlow teased, gently running her fingers through his hair and tilting his head back slowly. A quite shocking action. Which is when she essentially had to slam her body against his shoulder to get it back into the socket, seeing as she was like a paperweight compared to him. She stumbled back afterwards and shook her head, blinking at him with a small smile. "See? Surprising." She teased.

He stood up, intending to leave and ask for a shower. "I though you didn't like the gasoline," He teased, cut off short with basically a loud 'OW.' He stumbled slightly, grabbing the armrest and leaning over slightly. He murmured a 'son of a bitch' in there too somewhere. "Thank you." He cleared his throat and stood up, wincing.

Harlow chuckled. "You alright- er- alright-ish?" She corrected, standing up straight and stretching. "It was a pleasure." She said sarcastically, gesturing down the hall. "Second door on the right is the bathroom, if you still want that shower." She teased, settling back down on the couch.

"I'll be fine." He glared at her, huffing, he stood up. His left arm was hanging out by his stomach, trying to keep it from moving. He missed that he only grabbed the pants that she brought, the shirt fell on the floor. "Okay. If I'm not back in 20 minutes, assume I slipped and fell." He said casually, walking behind the couch, a little slowly.

Excuse to walk around without a shirt aquired))

"Noted." Harlow nodded casually, curling up on the couch and turning the TV on. She threw on Grey's Anatomy, which was her current binge series, and went back upstairs to change into a t-shirt and shorts.

In about fifteen minutes he was back out. He came out in just pants. He walked over beside the couch and leaned over, picking up the shirt, he got caught up watching the episode enough that he didn't quite remember to put the shirt on.