Tastefully ignoring the comment, and getting on to the shower right away. Scott steps in and - wow he really hasn't showered for a long time - starts going through the regular routine, shampoo, soap, and that's basically it. He's a simple man, what can he say?

He's out soon enough, towel wrapped around his waist, smelling like a box of roses or something else that's good and not gross. Scott sees the clothes laid out and - actually manages to smile, just a bit.

"Dude, you picked out my clothes? That's adorable."