[ For all that he's perfectly comfortable slaughtering people mercilessly in front of Elizabeth, there are still some things that Booker is oddly shy about. There are certain things you just don't do in front of women (or girls, as he still considers Elizabeth). Waking up naked after the monthly jump and having to make his way through a mass of other naked people before he can get himself decently covered is still a special kind of hell for him.
And now this. He turns bright red, looking as mortified as if he'd belched or worse, and freezes. ]
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And now this. He turns bright red, looking as mortified as if he'd belched or worse, and freezes. ]
I - I'm sorry.