I trust you. I just . . . don't trust myself. Best to have as many precautions as possible.
[He tugs off his shirt next, with his undershirt, and begins folding them neatly. That's just who he is, and there's no use getting out of it. Trousers next, though he leaves his shorts on, because there's some things that have to wait until the last second.]
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[A little smile, as he climbs down.]
I trust you. I just . . . don't trust myself. Best to have as many precautions as possible.
[He tugs off his shirt next, with his undershirt, and begins folding them neatly. That's just who he is, and there's no use getting out of it. Trousers next, though he leaves his shorts on, because there's some things that have to wait until the last second.]