Steve's lying in bed when Reece comes in, sheets even tucked in hospital-style, and now he can't decide if that “sexy" nurse costume is the best or worst thing they've ever bought.

The short white dress is reminiscent of Judee’s massage outfit in a way that's nice, but it's made for curves Reece doesn't have without the padding. The stockings are too long and the little hat just looks ridiculous.

“Morning, Mr Pemberton, I need to check you for pressure damage," Reece says, tone cold and clinical.

“Whatever you say, nurse," Steve says, watching as Reece struggles with the pair of blue nitrile gloves, getting increasingly frustrated. “I'm going soft here."

“It’s— more difficult when you're sweating," Reece scowls. Then he finally gets them on, looking triumphantly and expectantly at Steve.

When he doesn't move, Reece says, “Well, come on, then!”

“What?" Steve protests.

Reece gestures at him. “Stand up! Can't see if there's any pressure damage with your arse in bed, can I?"

“Sorry, nurse," Steve says, trying not to smile. “Oh, but I've broken my arms—"

“What, both of them?"

“—so you'll have to get me out of bed and take my clothes off for me."

Reece glares at him. “Says on your notes you're here for erectile dysfunction treatment."

“Whatever happened to the sacred rule of yes and?”

Reece huffs. “That's not what we agreed earlier!”

“A-ha!" Steve says. “Look how the tables have turned, you complaining about not sticking to the script and having to improvise! Makes a difference, eh?"

“It's not the same when I'm the one domming! I… need the prep work…” he trails off, narrowing his eyes.

Steve waits patiently (ha, patiently) for the penny to drop.

“You bastard," Reece says, accusatory. Hard to take him seriously in that godawful outfit. “You— you only agreed to this to teach me a lesson!"

Steve stands up, stretches his arms, then kisses Reece on the cheek. "It's a more difficult job than you'd think, isn't it?"

Reece sighs. “At least it’s realistic. This is the quality of service you get on the NHS."

“Oh, I was thinking it was private. NHS roleplay would've just been two years of waiting."

Reece laughs. “Oh, well. Chinese?"

“I'll get the phone."