[ there's a certain kind of modesty that he lacks when it comes to his skin, and with the way he's been caught like this more than a handful of times in the last few months already, it's almost become a running joke that's more tiring than entertaining — at least until her reaction offered up a different kind of surprise.

unfortunately, once he turns around, he can't observe more of her reaction, but at least he's accommodating her request, yanking his pants off of the bed to pull them up over his legs. he can hear her behind him, half-expecting that she may be walking up to smack him one, but instead, she seems to have taken his words about professionalism, apparently jumping right into nurse-mode.

with his face turned away, he wears a brief private smirk — a result of her ongoing surprises tonight — securing the button at the front of his pants before peering back over his shoulder. ]

Usually like landing on my back on a bed, but I can switch it up. [ she can take that however she likes, of course.

he tries to give a roll of his shoulder, feeling that slight ache where the wound rubs against the joint. ] Would you believe me if I told you I didn't purposely try to fuck it up again?