Somehow he'd managed to save or scrounge up some decent clothing. Jeans that make his ass look good but have been ripped and stitched a dozen times over in places- can't really go in and buy things and he's not always somewhere he can take what he wants. So. Repair work. The shirt's new, though. Jensen offered something a friend or boyfriend or cousin or something used to wear on dates and she really does have their number, doesn't she?

It's a little tight across the shoulders but that's a good thing, right? Makes him look bigger. Bitters gave him what was left of a tube of hair gel without any kind of commentary and Palomo offered his body spray. Which Smith promptly replaced with something tolerable.

His kids are good kids. If he weren't just a little nervous since it'd been so damn long he'd probably be mortified that the help came at all, but then there's wash out of the armor and- it's normal, right? Two guys with dinner. "Hey."