‘Darren,’ Chris starts. ‘Are you trying to tell me- and I’m only making an educated guess here, judging from the way you’ve brought home your sweaty, dirty fishnet tights- that you have a…fetish for them?’

Prompted by the new picture of Darren in fishnets

‘What’s this?’ Chris asks Darren, taking his hand out of Darren’s work bag from where he’s looking for a pen and holding on to a pair of black fishnet tights, still slightly damp with sweat from when they were worn just an hour previously.

‘Huh?’ Darren replies, looking at what Chris is holding. ‘Oh, erm. Well, they are- they were part of my Hedwig costume. They got a hole in, so they were just gonna be chucked out anyway.’

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