Of course, give her something to cover up!

“Um…” David looked down at himself. White teeshirt. He could give her that but it would be a tight fit on a girl half Laylah’s bust, but on her it would be rather snug to put it gently.

“Uh, i got my shirt, a-and I still got your panties so… you good with that?”

“No I’m not good with that! I can't walk around this place in a shirt and panties now can I?” Laylah said, angry but panicked too.

She was right though, walking around in what's basically a crop top and panties isn't exactly appropriate attire. David thought for a moment more. Jeans! But with the shirt, that would leave him in just his boxers and then it's basically the same problem, one dressed person and one person cruisin’ around in their underoos. Wait a minute… underoos!

“Hey, uh, what if I gave you my boxers too?”

“Ew, what?! You want me to wear your underpants?!”

“I know! Its weird! But hear me out. I give you my shirt and my boxers, they're dark blue. On you they’d just look like a pair of short-shorts. I keep my jeans and just go shirtless. It's kinda white-trashy but it’s still, like, legal… what do you think?”