Steve huffs a little; he's still embarrassed, but it's hard to be too embarrassed when clearly he also wants to be something B looks at. Even if it's not like he earned it, and he's still at least partly never sure what to do with it.

"No, you can keep looking," he admits. B isn't blatant, which helps. But Steve's also going to keep being that guy who needs to at least be in a shirt and shorts to sleep, or once it's been long enough after sex. B likes wearing socks; Steve likes wearing a shirt. Even when, apparently, they don't leave much to the imagination. "Honestly, half the time all my clothes still look like they're the wrong size, in my head."