"... and if you think we can't/ we'll always find the way./ That's why the people of this Earth believe in..."
The shower and song both cut out abruptly, maybe six of seven minutes after he'd started. He'd just been sort of meandering through parts of several songs from the Steven Universe canon.
Drew probably wouldn't find too much of interest in his appraisal. The place was a mess. There were a few empty Ben and Jerry's pints clustered on one nightstand, along with some scattered spoons. The aforementioned clothes were piled in a lump on the side of the bed. The television had long since gone into sleep mode. Most of the drawers were closed, so unless he went digging, all he'd find was the surface clutter and debris serving as evidence of Zeph's few days as a shut-in.
The bathroom sink ran, and then stopped. Zeph emerged a few seconds later with a large, fluffy blue towel cinched around his waste. His pale, hairless torso was mostly dry, but his ash-blond hair was still damp, nearly the color of wet newsprint. He was brushing his teeth, but smiled to Drew throughout the process. Frothy toothpaste had built up at the edges and corners of his mouth. "Ahmosht reany." The words were a bit garbled by his full mouth, and he rounded and returned to the bathroom, presumably to spit and rinse.
He returned and began rifling through drawers. He picked some bright green socks, torn black jeans, and a vivid green t-shirt that was well-worn. He pondered his underwear choices for a little longer, then grabbed a pair of white boxer briefs patterned with pretzels. Slinging the clothes onto his bed, he grinned slightly to Drew as he hustled his underwear up his legs, still mostly covered by the towel (though Drew would probably catch a few glimpses during the process). He dispensed with the towel after that and put on socks, then pants, then shirt. The t-shirt bore the phrase today isn't over in script, and he accented the ensemble with a pair of black suspenders. He was quiet and a little shy while dressing in front of Drew, and regarded him almost impishly when he was finished.
"Ready our first date?" His voice was tinged with the same trepidation that had marked his body language since he'd come back into the bedroom.