#tntir

Andrew tried to keep a poker face when Liam brought up nearly testing whether or not the Tennessean was a good kisser. He was amazed by how casual the subject was for his friend and struggled not to become flustered all over again. The state could only manage to nod dumbly as Liam reaffirmed the wisdom of not risking Logan’s feelings by kissing. Damn, Logan needed to piss or get off the pot with this one as far as Andrew was concerned. Though he still had his own fairly complicated reservations about the whole thing, watching Logan brood over it while the poor Austrian had to guess at his brother’s feelings was hard to watch sometimes. It was none of his business. It was none of his business. It was none of his…

"Huh?" Tennessee blurted out when Liam asked if he was supposed to dress up and mercifully snapped him from his own musing. He blinked as he quickly caught up on what had transpired during the two seconds of thinking on Logan and Liam’s peculiar relationship. "Yeah, ya gotta dress up. It’s a campin’ ground so there’s poison ivy an’ stuff. Make sure yer legs’re covered good an’ ya got decent walkin’ shoes."

Andrew hesitated again as his brain made another quick lurch into gear as he realized what Liam meant. “Oh! You mean dressin’ up dressin’ up! I-I guess ya can wear a nice top if ya want, but I wouldn’t want’cha to get none’a the poison ivy… If ya wore a dress I’d have’ta carry ya a bit.”

… Shit. He said that like it was a bad thing!