"I'm not making it awkward," Brendan protested, "it is awkward!" He quickly grabbed his boxers-briefs from the pile and slipped them on, needing to take a moment to adjust himself and make sure everything felt comfortable.
Then he turned around to face Van. "I mean, I can deal with it when it's like this. Like, with my underwear on. That still feels kind of... you know, but at least like this, I can just put on my clothes slowly. But naked I just feel... exposed."
That flush on his cheeks was still there. "Especially when I'm alone in the room with you. Someone. That... I mean..." Brendan realized he was ranting. "I'm not a prude, I just wish I wasn't this exposed all the time."