"Oh, you want to wear them now?" He grins, then puts a hand on Francis' shoulder to help him balance as starts dressing. "I can find another pair like those to wear over them. Or, ah."

His face feels a little hot again. But there's no reason for it. It's the only solution he has. He focuses on watching Francis step into the pajama bottoms and says it anyway. "You can wear a pair of my drawers, if you really want something. They're clean, of course. And I can find socks for you."