[His eyes move down her body slow and there's no doubt at all that's he's noticed the way her shirt clings to her and is almost translucent in places. He swallows and his eyes half lid but he forces himself to focus, to remember, and so he tosses his jacket out in the direction of the sink. Her comment though has him debating. Its not comfortable but he's been through so much worse that a mild discomfort of clinging fabric when he moves isn't worth noticing. Taking it off would be nice - but it would be nice because that would mean Hana's hands could be on his skin and the steady rumble through his blood tells him just how good that would feel. His memory tells him just how good that would feel.
Except that's not taking care of her. That's - taking care of his own needs. His voice holds rust at its edges as he reaches for the hem of her shirt.]
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Except that's not taking care of her. That's - taking care of his own needs. His voice holds rust at its edges as he reaches for the hem of her shirt.]
It's safer to keep it on.