Just get the shirt off, bud, don't worry about being graceful.

It is a simple thought to have, a more difficult one to execute as there is this...need. To impress or otherwise entice Locus. Something of a compulsion, something of habit, and he's glad York opted for a button down for this very reason. Easier to remove slowly than a t-shirt.

Carefully he reaches up to unfasten the first button and it is so different from peeling out of armor- and yet just as intimate. His eyes dip down for a moment as he finesses the next few buttons before they catch on Locus' lips and his hand goes still, mind wild with speculation.