Ronan laughed. "You wouldn't be saying that if it wasn't already fixed," he said, grinning, as he held out a finished cup of licorice tea towards Bolton. "Although, again, glad I could help."

It was right then that he kind of realised he was, yes, still only wearing boxers; he was feeling decidedly underdressed next to Bolton. "So, uh," he said, sipping his tea. Tea was good. Tea helped. "How's the sandwich?"

Smooth, Ronan. Very smooth.