"James, that is a very interesting promise, but I'm the realest person you know. Come on, coffee's in the kitchen. Robe first, unless you want to be bare-assed for my boyfriends after all."

Jedao clucks soothingly, manages to drape a towel on Holden's shoulders without letting him fall over, and shuffle him into Quentin's bathrobe, which has the benefits of being closest to his size and particularly soft.