[ probably more like three-quarters a virgin tbh ]

Can you just...stop?

[Too tired to be very optimistic, he can see that friendly offer for what it likely really is; Ouma's still just messing with him now, making a show of kindness just so he can turn it around immediately afterwards to mock him. He'd really like to think otherwise, but he just feels too raw at the moment, like Ouma had stripped away a lot more than just clothes last night and he hadn't gotten it back, and he's left too exposed and vulnerable and Ouma thinks it's hilarious to prod at the obvious sore spots.

Maybe he'll regret jumping to the worst interpretation so quickly later. He's usually better than this. But he's just tired, and sensitive, and he has just barely enough self-esteem to recognize that Ouma's being kind of shitty to him.

So he just shakes his head, not bothering to lift it from the doorframe or open his eyes.]

I know this is just what you're like. [ lmao dude what a lowkey drag. ] And I normally have a lot more patience for it, but...just not about this okay?

["This". Ugh, and Ouma will probably play dumb just to make him elaborate on that when it's extremely obvious and he knows Ouma is smart enough to understand.]