[Of course, Majima couldn't just walk out of the store wearing those pants-- or, well, he could, but there was that whole beating people off of him with a stick thing to consider-- and Tim waited outside the changing room with his arms full of their selected merchandise.]

[Things had gone far better than he'd expected when he left the house this morning. He'd left expecting a really awkward and uncomfortable conversation, and... well, okay, that had happened too, but he'd also gotten some insight into the enigma that was Majima and also got to see him in tight leather pants. A net positive.]

I... y'know, I almost didn't? I almost took your offer of doing it over text.

[Which would have kept him in his comfort zone, but he would've missed out on all the good things that happened. So, points in the not being chickenshit column.]

I'm glad I came out to meet you.

[He stepped closer to him and, after hesitating for just a second, reached up to tuck some of that dark hair behind his ear.]

Man, that really does look good on you. [He was handsome either way, but the long hair was just weapons-grade handsome. Leaves no survivors.] Want to help me pick out some rope?