Maybe it was stupid to ask Harry to turn around, and not ask him to just leave the room while he changed, but that would have felt so rude. It was Harry's flat after all, and asking him to leave any part of it felt like overstepping. He sighed, and started to unbutton his shirt, making quick work of it, seeing as he didn't want to be barechested for too long.<br/>Changing his shirt forced him to look at his chest, and it looked just as bad as it usually did. He shuddered, and quickly pulled the shirt Harry had borrowed him over his head, hiding the atrocity that was the scar tissue he called chest. He wiggled out of his jeans, and put on the shorts, feeling comfortable in the pieces of clothing. They smelled like Harry, which was a nice bonus to be perfectly honest. "Okay, I am done, you can turn around."