"...shirt on the chair, shorts on the bed, shoes by the door, socks in the.. socks on the.. socks.. Tim where are my socks?!" Gavin rummaged through the drawers in a mad panic throwing various items of clothing onto the floor.

"mmm mm mm," Tim replied through a mouthful of toothpaste.

"What?! Tim I'm serious we've got to be there in an hour! Mr British-"

"Brittas"

"Whatever, you saw what he was like with Connor-"

"Colin"

"Eh? You saw what he was like when he was late yesterday, he looked really angry and I don't want to upset him on our first full day and-" Gavin was cut off mid sentence by a pair of socks colliding with his head.

"Put a sock in it Gavin," Tim smiled innocently as Gavin rolled his eyes.

"I don't understand how you can be so calm about it," Gavin continued as he pulled a jumper over his head, "I mean, it's out first full day, don't you want to make a good impression?"

Tim shrugged, "We did that in the interviews, no need to worry now is there?"

"I suppose," Gavin sighed as Tim came to wrap his arms round Gavin's waist from behind, "d'you think people will notice?"

"Notice what?"

"Us"

Tim stilled for a second befor relaxing against Gavin's back, "We'll have to wait and see," he whispered uncertainly, "C'mon, we're running out of time to eat, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Running out of time? What time is it? How long have we got?"

Tim rolled his eyes and grinned as he made his way into the kitchen. He could tell this was going to be a long day as he half listened to the paniced mutterings of Gavin behind him.