"Why, in all the hells we have slogged through, do you insist on sitting there in your boxers to do your work?" Clay asked irritably, having just wanted coffee and a paper and not to deal with his teammate half-naked, again, taking up space.

"Shh, thinking," Jensen said, frowning as he stared at the screen, fingers not even moving right now.

Clay rolled his eyes... but maybe they'd get a decent job out of it, even if it meant dealing with Jensen's weirdness.