It all started on a balmy night in spring (or perhaps summer). There’d been a party and Hamm, somehow, had been lacking a date –had instructed him to dress up nice, appear at the required place at the required time.
…And so he had. In a red dress, high heels and a cap to cover his awkwardly short hair.
It’d taken a second after seeing him for Hamm to drag him back into his room, taken only a little more than that for the dress to end up on the floor and him to end up naked in Hamm’s bed.