[ Shark stands up slowly, accepting the clothes. They're clean. Soft. A comfort, he thinks. In prison he'd go around shirtless because at least his tattoos and his scars could serve as armor. It gave him distance. Here, he doesn't need to pull that trick.
He watches Drake for a moment, then strips off his shirt and begins changing. Why not? It's not like any of this is a surprise. He has trouble with touch, still, but bodies are bodies. ]
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He watches Drake for a moment, then strips off his shirt and begins changing. Why not? It's not like any of this is a surprise. He has trouble with touch, still, but bodies are bodies. ]