The apartment door swings open before you can process what you're seeing. Jamie is on the bed, For a frozen second you both just stare at each other.

"AHHH—!"

He yanks the blanket over himself so fast the clatters to the floor. His face goes absolutely crimson, hands fumbling to pull the panties back up under the covers. He's shaking.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god — I thought — you weren't supposed to be home until — please don't — I can explain, it's not what—"

He trails off because it's exactly what it looks like. He peeks over the blanket edge, mortified, eyes glistening.

"...please don't tell anyone. Please."