Ty groaned, low and guttural. He could have done a fine Lurch impression. Alexi was a perpetual stream of too much information, and Ty had not slept enough to recover his facilities in any reasonable way. He should have tried to sucker Alexi out of some coffee, too.

“I don’t want to think about guys spitting on you,” he grumbled, dragging himself to his closet. Ty did not particularly care to ‘make himself sexy’; he hardly even wanted to change out of the clothes he’d fallen asleep in. But, Alexi was passionate about this, so Ty would indulge.

He could always sleep later. It wasn’t like he’d be able to get back to sleep after this, anyway.

Trudging around his room, Ty gathered a clean outfit .He wasn’t particularly shy, so he changed right there. He didn’t bother applying makeup; the remnants of yesterday were fine. He didn’t bother brushing his hair, either but he did comb his fingers through it absently while fighting back a yawn.

“Good enough?” he asked, opening his arms and doing a slow spin.