Sleep. Oh, right. That's what his body was screaming about.
Greg let him go, following him back out into the bedroom.
"Is it okay if I just wear my briefs to bed?" he asked as he walked over to where he trousers and pants were laying on the floor. "I'm not much of a pajama guy. Most I wear is sleep pants, usually because Addie might come in. I hate to say but when she's not in the house, I tend not to sleep in anything."
Shaking out the briefs, he pulled the towel off and tugged on the pants. Folding the towel back, he put it on one of the chairs to put up in the morning.
Exhaustion finally setting in, Greg crossed the room, climbing back into the nice soft bed, sighing in contentment as his head hit the pillow. Turning slightly, he watched Mycroft pull on his pajama shirt.
He couldn't believe how lucky he was. He didn't think he'd ever find anyone who was compatible with him. After all, a middle aged man who worked long, odd hours and had a quirky four year old that was his life, wasn't really relationship material.
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Greg let him go, following him back out into the bedroom.
"Is it okay if I just wear my briefs to bed?" he asked as he walked over to where he trousers and pants were laying on the floor.
"I'm not much of a pajama guy. Most I wear is sleep pants, usually because Addie might come in. I hate to say but when she's not in the house, I tend not to sleep in anything."
Shaking out the briefs, he pulled the towel off and tugged on the pants. Folding the towel back, he put it on one of the chairs to put up in the morning.
Exhaustion finally setting in, Greg crossed the room, climbing back into the nice soft bed, sighing in contentment as his head hit the pillow. Turning slightly, he watched Mycroft pull on his pajama shirt.
He couldn't believe how lucky he was. He didn't think he'd ever find anyone who was compatible with him. After all, a middle aged man who worked long, odd hours and had a quirky four year old that was his life, wasn't really relationship material.