Hey, I was letting us derail onto brain chemistry and away from your boundary. Out of respect.

But, y'know what? Kind of yeah?

If we're just murdering each other and doing one night stands then I'm not going to get invested in whether the shirt thing is a self esteem thing or a power thing or a trauma thing. But if we're cuddling and taking about our feelings and going on tandem bike rides, then I can't just ignore the fact that your whole chest is apparently a painful secret?