[As long as he doesn't have to run around naked, he's good. Sliding out of the sheets slowly, eyes still shut, he puts the drained cup on the nightstand and dangles his legs over the side of the bed. His toes curl. Nngh. Cold.

He will simply have to adjust.

Stop trembling, Law. Stop.

He folds his wings neatly and begins to start to strip off the t-shirt. Mesh armor will be next.]

I... thank you... [Thank you, that's all he can come up with? He should be doing better than that. There's a flush of shame. He's being unforgivably weak.] I'm grateful. [It's unnecessary? Isn't that what you use on him?]

[He pauses once he finally has the t-shirt off, black material suddenly bunching in his hands.]

I meant to find you when I got back, anyway. I met someone from your world out there.