a single brow raises at his unanswered question, but he lets it slide in favor of more comfortable ( namely, elwood’s ) clothing. he nods, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and sitting at the corner of the bed. “ please ? that’d be nice. “
he nods, before momentarily analysing mason’s figure - he’s so much thinner than me, he thinks. he won’t have a problem finding something for him, and with a slight frown elwood turns to his wardrobe, biting his lip. eventually, he tugs out one of his t shirts and a pair of sweatpants, figuring that’s what he used to wear. turning around, elwood passes them to mason before holding his own in his hand, thumbing behind him towards the bathroom. ❛ m’gonna – give you some privacy. ❜