“Jack! What on earth are you doing?” Ianto arrived home with the final decorating supplies to find his partner halfway up the stepladder, bare ass naked, with a paint roller in his hand.
“I’m painting; what does it look like I’m doing?”
“Where are your clothes?”
“Painting’s messy, and I didn’t have any old clothes I could wear. This seemed like the best solution. When I’m done I can just hop in the shower and get clean.”
Ianto couldn’t fault Jack’s logic. Shrugging, he shed his own clothes and picked up a roller.
If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.