Needless to say, Eugene was waking up feeling extremely embarrassed. He even spent a long, long time inside Arthur's studio just to scream and vent as hard as he could.
Well, it was better than locking himself inside a bathroom, at least.
For a whole day after that, he couldn't look at his dad in the eyes, and perhaps as atonement, he even called Claudio over to help style Ian for the dinner date.
Since every single adult in the house was an introvert who didn't go out much, even when they were shopping for clothes, they never bought anything fancy enough for a candlelight dinner. Ian couldn't really wear the clothes he had for Eugene's wedding, but there was no way Eugene would let his dad go underdressed.
"A-are you sure I need all of this?" Ian looked at the suitcases that Claudio took to the house. He got even more deterred when he saw the contents. "Can't I just—"
