MAN WHOSE ARM WE CAN ONLY JUST SEE: Welcome to the Commonwealth Games! We're delighted you're here. We're especially delighted to see you, your Royal Highness, bravely coming out in public in those pants again, despite the fact that the Internet likes to mock you for them.
WILLS: I have the courage of my pantsual convictions.
KATE: I'm seriously just waiting for him to leave the house so I can "accidentally" spill a bottle of wine on them. Trust me, Internet. I'm on it.
How can a man who has everything have but one pair of casual pants? I know there's this whole aristocratic thing where you buy one $2000 cashmere sweater and you wear it until the moths destroy it and slouching around in your priceless jacked-up sweater, day-drinking in your library and wondering if Isis ate your Gutenberg Bible is very posh but COME ON WILLIAM. Buy new pants. Do it for America. (I know, I know: The Revolution. But that turned out to be such an amicable break-up, in the long run, don't you think?)
Wills looks so much more handsome when I can forget that he's wearing those pants. I assume Kate agrees. She certainly does not appear to have shoved off his Gentle Hand On Knee in pants-induced rage.
Even money says this conversation is revolving around whatever fair maiden Prince Harry is currently squiring.
I also like to think that at some point, William was all, "YOU TWO, ENOUGH. I am going to have to separate you." (Really, I just wanted you to see Kate's blousey top.)
In which His Royal Highness checks to make sure he brought his ass along today. (He did.)
"Harry never should have let us take over his Tinder. What do you think about this one?"
"She's blonde. Swipe right, Kate."