Jiang shoves Proko back, drags him out of the bathroom so they can put on something for bed. Even if he doesn't want to, he'll concede to them wearing pajama pants together, to some modicum of decency and an attempt at sleep.

Proko sulks, and Jiang tosses the pants at his head.

"If you take it tomorrow, you don't have to take it later," Jiang points out. He pulls his own pair of pajama pants up; they're thin, and hardly conceal the shape of him, especially without underwear.