Kaito blinked, snapped out of his thoughts. “Oh, right… Uh, sure…” Noting the blush around Hakuba’s cheeks, he got up and headed off to his room. He grabbed a long-sleeved shirt and a blanket from his closet. Coming back, he sat down next to Hakuba again, holding out the shirt, with the blanket still under his arm. (After Hakuba was done, he planned to drape the blanket over them.)
“Do you wish for me to turn away to protect your modesty?” He grinned just a bit. “I don’t know if you have some weird British thing about changing shirts.”
Well, he didn’t have a weird thing about changing shirts until about fifteen seconds ago. But by that point, it was a matter of pride. Hakuba shook his head. “N-no… I don’t mind…”
Except that he did mind… because he was still wearing the cross.
The detective hesitantly took the shirt and set it in his lap, reaching up to the collar of his current shirt to begin unbuttoning it. Why did he always have to wear button-up collared shirts? It would only prolong the agony.
But maybe he could take it off when he took off the shirt? Some kind of sleight of hand witchcraft that would hide it. As the buttons came free, and subsequently the cross, he tried to palm it into his hand and hold it with his thumb while continuing the undressing. But the chain wasn’t that long, which soon became obvious. He let it go and braced for comment, hands fumbling to finish the job as quickly as possible so that he could peel the shirt from him, ignore the shining silver, and get the other shirt- which was sure to be snug- on. Which he’d do if not hindered in the process.