Sirius blinked at Kirley stupidly three or four times, trying to make his words make sense.
Maybe he didn't see. Maybe he didn't notice. Maybe he'd been too focused, and too drunk, and he didn't notice so put your fucking shirt on and calm the fuck down before you ruin this and he doesn't want you either.
Sirius plastered a smile on, pushing down the still rising fear. He could fix this. He could do this.
"Sorry, bad dream." He kept the shirt against his chest, ruffling his hair with his other hand. He knew how good he looked when his hair flopped slightly in his eyes. Hl
He considered putting his shirt on, but then he'd need to move it out of the way long enough for Kirley to see the scars. He might have missed them in the drunken frenzy of last night, but there was no way he'd missed a literal bloody word carved into Sirius' chest in the sober morning.
"But also, yes, hangover." He laughed, self consciously. "Guess I had a few too many." He let his eyes soften, touched by Kirleys concern as he slowly stopped being so scared. "I had fun though. You were amazing." Maybe Kirley would look away, or get his own clothes, and then Sirius could slip his shirt on unnoticed.