"They stand for different things," he says, off hand.
He's too busy thinking about what the number of chains on Zerxus's clothes represents, and what him avoiding them for Steve says about the character of the man. That even the most generous read on red implies violence, and all the implications of chains and pets and leashes.
He snorts at the pants, but takes them alongside the shirt. "I've worn more ridiculous and more revealing," carries a faint touch if dry humor. That USO costume covered his skin, and that was all it did.
He sets them aside immediately, bends down to unlace his boots. "And they're certainly well ventilated, though a heck of a contrast to what you were wearing when you picked me up."
When he stands up he immediately gets his collar undone, undoes the securing snap and unzips the suit - shoulder to knee. No shyness or hesitation, but he starts looking a little less sharp and more... mentally fatigued.
He's absolutely still in danger and aware of it, but is coming out of being battle ready. He doesn't really have a choice; no one can be that *on* all the time.
"Can you take care of getting the shirt loosened up for me while I handle this? We can adjust the fit once it's on me."
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He's too busy thinking about what the number of chains on Zerxus's clothes represents, and what him avoiding them for Steve says about the character of the man. That even the most generous read on red implies violence, and all the implications of chains and pets and leashes.
He snorts at the pants, but takes them alongside the shirt. "I've worn more ridiculous and more revealing," carries a faint touch if dry humor. That USO costume covered his skin, and that was all it did.
He sets them aside immediately, bends down to unlace his boots. "And they're certainly well ventilated, though a heck of a contrast to what you were wearing when you picked me up."
When he stands up he immediately gets his collar undone, undoes the securing snap and unzips the suit - shoulder to knee. No shyness or hesitation, but he starts looking a little less sharp and more... mentally fatigued.
He's absolutely still in danger and aware of it, but is coming out of being battle ready. He doesn't really have a choice; no one can be that *on* all the time.
"Can you take care of getting the shirt loosened up for me while I handle this? We can adjust the fit once it's on me."