Major keeps curling and uncurling his fingers over his nipples, if only because it seems to make Ravi so uncomfortable. The guy should have learned by now that if he acts like he doesn't care, Major's gonna lose interest real fast. But the more awkward he gets, the funnier the pay off, and the more Major's gonna be a jerk.

A loving, appreciative jerk. But a jerk. (Isn't that what friends are for?)

"Dude, you use to be around dead bodies all the time. Did you like, place black censor bars over their nipples and crotch when you did your autopsies on them? Or is it just living bodies that make you sweat?" he asks, continuing to inchworm his fingers for good measure.

"Can you .. can you just indulge me? For like, a second? How often am I going to be gifted the opportunity to wear a sweater vest?"