Carver watches him go, worrying, but he doesn't say anything. Just gathers up his weapons and goes through a short PT routine while he waits to settle his nerves. He's in the middle of pushups when the door opens, and Bossie comes in with coffee. And the dress, as promised.

Carver pauses mid pushup. Eyebrows raised. "Huh. Red's your color."

There are sequins.

He stands himself up with a groan, making grabby hands for the coffee. "Caffeine, come to me."