Light's sake, man.

[ Adra reaches up to grab Noct by the shoulders, to steady him and keep him still. ]

They're clothes, not bedsheets.

[ He sighs, squinting at the mess in front of him, and realizes with slowly dawning horror that it's too complicated to untangle right then and there. He lets Noct go, abruptly, and clears his throat. ]

You're gonna have to start over. Take it all off, and let me know when you have the undershirt back on.