Ask him to leave the living room

"Uhhh... could you leave so I can change in here?"

Waylon responds quickly, "Oh sure, just holler when you're done."

After Waylon leaves the room you examine the clothes on the couch. They're simple but functional; a pair of grey sweatpants and a large t-shirt.

You strip down quickly and pull on the clothes. They're fairly loose, but at least they're dry.

"Waylon! I'm done!" you yell.

He reappears almost immediately from a dark hallway.

"There, you look much more comfortable now," he says as he takes a seat on the couch and pats the cushion next to him.