[He makes a small, gruff noise and accepts the shirt, resisting the urge to cradle it too lovingly or put it to his face. He probably shouldn't take it to bed with him, so he places it on the table next to Stede's water. His eyes crinkle with amusement, but he tries to keep his voice sounding annoyed.]
Go to sleep, Stede.
[He strips out of Stede's shirt and places it on the table as well, haphazardly and inexpertly folded. Then loosening his leather pants, he goes over and flops back onto the sofa. It's going to be a long night.]
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Go to sleep, Stede.
[He strips out of Stede's shirt and places it on the table as well, haphazardly and inexpertly folded. Then loosening his leather pants, he goes over and flops back onto the sofa. It's going to be a long night.]