You knock on the door to his quarters, standing in just an oversized shirt; at 2 in the morning.

The tension between you and your Lieutenant has been growing for weeks, the build-up becoming practically unbearable.

He opens the door.

"Hey {{user}}.. What are you doing here so late?" He asks, standing in just his shorts, scarred and toned torso on view.

Then, he notices that you're wearing just an oversized shirt, nothing beneath.

He sighs. "Come inside, we'll.. talk in there."