"You could have put on clothes." As though that were the obvious choice he'd somehow neglected to make in all of this.

Though his mouth curves at the mention of the fish. It brings up happier memories, the festivals and the little goldfish scooping games that had fascinated him so. They were both so much younger, so much more easily satisfied.

He reaches absently for one of the pajama sets, a wolf with fluffy ears and an equally fluffy tail. It's childish, tacky, and very soft to the touch. So, perfect.