"I know I said I'm down for anything—"

You hear Shepherd's voice come from the bathroom, the trepidation clear even from a distance. When he comes into his bedroom, he's still tweaking and adjusting the suit. He'd agreed to some roleplay under the guise it'd just include the gas mask. Come to find out, you meant the gas mask, and the chemical suit, the gloves, the harnesses— obviously he still agreed. Though now that the day has come, he's expecting much more guidance than he wanted to ask for originally.

"You sure about this, baby? It's like... A lot. I feel like I'm about to fumigate the apartment."