[and Tonic, of course, keeps his eyes on Tek for a little too long. if pressed, he could come up with an excuse about watching how the coat moves on him (not a lie), or looking for places that need fitting (also not a lie), but he feels secure enough in their strange relationship that he thinks a little shameless admiration will not go to waste either way.

but eventually, he will tear his gaze away with a small, happy sigh, and start wandering towards the dividing wall of the tent--to the back room.]

And I want your thoughts on the back, too. I was thinking of laces...

[he lifts the flap up a little behind him as he passes through, helpfully keeping it open for Tek to follow as he chatters about the possibilities.]

In case you ever want to cinch it up a little. Could be swapped with something else, too, if you want a more masculine or a more feminine look...