Steve's almost entirely naked, anyway; the pants he has on now are barely pants. He's still pretty glad to not need to be making eye-contact while they're having this conversation, much less having this conversation while changing clothes.
He pushes the pants he'd had on down and off, and pulls the less revealing pair on efficiently, but without letting himself rush. He goes back to the new section of the wardrobe to find a shirt. It's blue. It's silk. Steve doesn't care, he just wants more skin covered than not.
He's not consciously doing it, but he is avoiding feeling exposed - and not because of Zerxus, and not because he's shy.
"We don't know how this is going to play out - any of it. Neither does he, though I'll give the son of a bitch credit for doing a good job in setting us up. Is there anything else in the details of the deals you've made with him I should know?"
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He pushes the pants he'd had on down and off, and pulls the less revealing pair on efficiently, but without letting himself rush. He goes back to the new section of the wardrobe to find a shirt. It's blue. It's silk. Steve doesn't care, he just wants more skin covered than not.
He's not consciously doing it, but he is avoiding feeling exposed - and not because of Zerxus, and not because he's shy.
"We don't know how this is going to play out - any of it. Neither does he, though I'll give the son of a bitch credit for doing a good job in setting us up. Is there anything else in the details of the deals you've made with him I should know?"