Gabriel always dressed so nicely. Dal was sure there’d be no bad choices in his wardrobe. And, well, he was a little excited to see how Gabriel organized some of his more personal space – like his closet.

While Gabriel dried his hair, Dal spent the time wondering how the man’s closet would look. Was it arranged by color? Maybe all the shirts were together, then the trousers, and maybe jackets and ties? Was everything evenly spaced out or shoved in however.

Since Dal didn’t own underwear (not something he’s really needed in his line of work), he took a second to pull on the pants he laid out before they went to the shower. Like most of his clothes, they were a bit big on him, but he’d put on his belt before they head out to go see Gabriel’s mom. Padding over, he peered around Gabriel into his closet as if something secret and wonderful were hidden there.

Dal went with light colors for himself, so maybe something darker for Gabriel? His eyes moved over the garments, taking note of how they were organized, before he stretched out a hand to point to a pair of dark brown trousers and a patterned shirt in different, lighter browns and tans.

“How ‘bout that?”