Arron makes his discovery

With the rest of the house squared away at last (as much as they could make it), Arron plopped onto the edge of the sofa and glanced at the list of things they needed to pick up for the house. There was still a new mattress and bedframe for his room, the dresser had been damaged in the move and while the movers had written him a ticket for filing of a claim, it was still one more thing that he would need to get from the Ikea two towns over. A few bookcases for his room, a new table while they were at it, accents and small things to make the home more of a home, it would need something bigger than his SUV or the car to haul. A part of him wondered if he needed to rent a van or something.

That can wait, he mused sleepily, and Arron turned next to the bundle of clothes on the floor next to his feet. There wasn't much salvageable in terms of his clothes from the boxes that were punctured by shards of broken material. The two of them puzzled over the fact that these shards had managed to punch holes through cardboard boxes and ripped holes into the contents. Sarah laughed at his skepticism on the unlikelihood of a fragmentation grenade exploding vase but the evidence in his hands still led him to realize that he would need to get his clothing situation down pat and soon.

Sarah had pointed out the futility of that, though, by merely handing him his phone with the bank account opened. New bed, frame, table, chairs, not to mention cleaning supplies and a laundry list of things to fix up around the house (not to mention the laundry!) meant there would be little room to give in order to replace his wardrobe. For better or worse, he was stuck with the clothes at his feet.

"Shit..." he muttered, looking at the pants and realizing that he had worn them out in public, perhaps not the neatest thing he had ever done, but at least the black material was decent looking and covered what it needed to. The more important thing, though, became immediately apparent.

These pants were his wife's pants. They were woman's exercise pants.

And he had been wearing them out in public.

"They must think I'm some sort of freak..." Arron groaned softly but then just shook his head and kicked back. Better to be mocked for wearing women's clothing than getting arrested for wearing nothing, right? Besides, he was sure that he could take some time to get to a Goodwill or some place with cheap mens clothes and that would be that.