"Good ta know," he offers with a grin, his gaze sliding down himself for a moment.

Given his bare chest under the jacket, the grass in his hair, and the general aura of raw fucking about him, he isn't sure if the missing trouser button is the straw that breaks the camel's back, but he had warned Tim. So only time will tell.

Sweeney wraps her hand around hers, starting to lift it to tuck it in the crook of his elbow. But he pauses halfway and looks to her with an unspoken question of 'do you want it like this?' before continuing.