One of these days, Gael thought as he got of the shower and put the douche away, he was going to bring sets of his clothes over to this damn apartment. Of course, there wasn't much reason for underwear, really....and well. Whatever, he thought, Carlos' sleep pants had draw strings and he could roll them a little at the waist band to shorten them up. Besides, he wasn't intending to wear them all night- or long, actually as he could hear two voices in the other room.

pulling on the sleep pants he scrubbed his hair mostly dry by the time he made it out to the living area. Smiling he looked at Bas and then Carlos before he moved closer to the pair to picked up his own cider. "Well, everyone's here, I guess that means we can eat." He'd picked lighter fair for himself, mostly because he had no desire for it to go rushing through his system if the night went long.

"And Sarah couldn't possibly pitch a fit, I'm far too charming for that." He promised, though...boyfriend. He'd not thought to use that word in relation to Carlos before. Boyfriend. It was not something he thought he'd correct, right now at least. "And it doesn't matter how creative I am, tonight. This is for him....also because your lot deemed it fit to deny me sex for ten days. Surely seven has been long enough."