Johnny, Christian, and Will. A Matter of Fit

Will knocked on the Shack door like the nice, polite lad that he was. Not. Then he shoved it open and stepped inside, meeting Christian halfway down the hall on his way to answer the summons. "Evenin' pardner," Will said with a laconic nod, head down.

Christian opened his arms wide. "Pappa!" He looked Will up and down. "They fit!" He grinned, admiring the leather trousers he and Johnny had given Will for his birthday as a match for that disgusting jacket of his. "Oh boy do they fit. Come on in."

( Will followed Christian back into the living room and then twirled on the spot, giving Johnny a wink. )