Sighing, he complies. As long as he doesn't have to take off his pants. The swelling and pain has gone down a little, but it's still pretty livid and he knows they're going to laugh.

He doesn't think he can bear that.
Besides, instead of scars of ... something he's already ashamed of, they won't know the difference.
John would. John would know...

Stop thinking about John.
Stop it.