"It's perfect," Mac said, smiling a little. He loved his room. It was his cave. If he could, he'd get rid of the windows entirely, but even he recognized that as a stupid decision.

He took the pile from Piotr and grabbed a couple safety pins out of the kit he'd snagged from the gift shop before tossing them onto a side table. He knocked back the rest of his liquid courage and walked over. "Arms up a little?" he asked, knotting the drawstrings together so he could use them for an accurate measurement. He didn't know where the fuck he was going to find a tape measurer anyway just in case. And, yeah, okay, it was an excuse to touch him.