(( Secret though this relationship needs to be, that doesn't mean Seb's going to be cooped up in the apartment the whole time. They can always go out together socially as long as things remain relatively casual for the public view. Meals, walks, things like that. He'd hate for Seb to feel like he has to stay inside and be bored. Seb will have a key so he can come and go as he wants when Siwan's working. And if they happen to be seen publicly together, Siwan can stick with the lie Seb put in his phone: that they're colleagues.

He pads closer, trying not to be too nosy as he inspects the contents of Seb's bag. ))

Swimwear, if you want to use the pool or spa. Maybe one nice outfit so we can get dinner.

(( By nice, he just means nice trousers and shirt. It doesn't have to be a suit or anything that formal. Just because Siwan lives and dies in suits doesn't mean anyone else has to.

That first touch of Seb's fingers on his bare skin pulls a sharp breath from Siwan. He has a typical business sort of job that doesn't keep him physically active, so Siwan supplements that sedentary part of his day with regular activity: walking, cycling, swimming, even trips to the gym. It keeps him in decent shape and health (and it gives him good excuses to postpone returning home). This close, Seb might also take note of some pale, almost healed bruises near his shoulders, just above the elbows, around his neck. They've lost most darkness and even the green tinge has faded to a sickly yellow.

Siwan shivers slightly. It feels like the first time they touched in that bar all over again. ))

Um... pajamas? I think there are spare house shoes at the apartment. There's laundry there, too, so we can wash anything.