"I think I'm okay--" Another wave of agony doubled him over, retching. "I'll grab a beer from--" Daniel began. "No, I'm okay. Really. Just get dressed before you scare the girls." He waved at Daniel, bare-chested after taking off his soiled shirt. "Help yourself to my closet." "You wear a medium. I don't." "That's just because I like my shirts fitting better." "Tighter," I said. "And, again, I don't," Daniel said. "I'll wash this one."