Gil took Malcolm's hand, pulled himself upright, and yanked the jeans up over his hips. He felt better almost instantly without his ass hanging two cheeks to the wind. "Damn right."

It still took him a moment to steady once he was on his feet. He couldn't tell if he was imagining it or not, but it felt like the pain was coming back. Not surprising, really.

No meds. This would be fun.

"All right. I could definitely use some coffee about now."