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( It's making him feel ridiculous, going through all these efforts for Max to not see him naked when they're normally so comfortable around one another. With a quiet sigh, he lets the sheet slip, just so that he can get the boxers on more easily, and then reaches for his jeans. The sheet falls away, and there's so many more scars - all faded, but some of them still evident for all that. He forces himself to be relaxed, as if it's not a big deal, as if he doesn't know what impact they might have, but trying to hide them isn't exactly a plan that will work. )

So, um, have you b-been keeping out of trouble?

( As he buttons his jeans, and goes to grab the shirt, letting his magic make the room warmer. )