Darby knew it was stupid to be nervous about going into a sex shop for something as innocent as a collar. He just wasn't comfortable going into them. He went to the pet store and browsed dog collars instead and picked one, chain, similar but not exactly identical to the one that had been destroyed.
He'd give it to him later, or at least offer it, prepared to understand if Jon wanted something else, possibly a different kind. Perhaps the jewelry store would have been better, might have been a flimsier piece but pretty, shiny. He shook his head, mox preferred function. He'd like this, hopefully.
In the end, it's the simple things that work best.
Function over style. Form over flash. Mox is a simple man who appreciates simple things, and that has not changed- not even now, at the height of his power, has he developed a taste for flashy alternatives.
So when Darby slips him the bag- not dressed up, not presented like a thousand bucks, just a normal bag from a normal store- his brows lift while he rummages inside. Then his lips quirk into the hint of a grin.
"It's perfect," he promises. "And now it's my turn to find you something nice and new to match me."
unprompted