After I clean up the state of my dining room and go to the bathroom to freshen up and put my shorts back on, I return to the dining room to find Silas standing there with his pants up but still undone. I quirk an eyebrow as I look at him inquisitively.
He notices me and smirks, “You made a mess of my pants. I don’t suppose you have anything for me to wear, do you?”
I snort in amusement. “I think I can wrangle something up for you.”
I go into my spare room and rummage through the drawers until I find a black pair of men’s sweatpants. Castro has been known to leave a few items of clothing every now and then, and I’ve indulged him because I’m sure it’s not fun lounging around in suits. Castro and Silas are similar in size, so hopefully these will fit.
I make my way back to the dining room
