Kira laughs at the absurdity of it--he probably shouldn't, probably should be coddling Credence a little more in light of everything that's happened. It's just so hard to go back, to let go of any progress even in the hopes of adjusting for the future. That Credence can touch him--be so bold as to grab him--just to keep him from taking off his shirt--

It's as silly and backwards as Credence himself often is. It isn't even anything he hasn't seen before, but Kira puts both hands up in acquiescence. "It's fine, Credence, I'm hardly the only guy wandering around without his shirt." God help them if Credence crosses paths with Isabelle, though it might lead to an interesting conversation about whether Kira borrowing a fucking sports bra would make him feel better about seeing his barely-there abs.

"Come on, you can bring your book if it makes you feel better."