Isaac's still grateful for the promise, being quick about getting on the sports bra (since Isaac doesn't really want to operate actual clasps right now) and sweatpants with a t-shirt. When he's done, he pushes the remainder of the hair out of the way, finding a scrunchie and tying his hair up in a mess that he'll deal with later.

"The worst part about this is that there's people from home around, now," he complains. "I'm never living this down."