[He awkwardly stumbles over a few sentences before shuffling out of the bed towards the dresser, stiffly opening one of the drawers and pulling out a fresh sheet. He glances hesitantly back at her, instantly regretting it as his blush deepens, and keeps his gaze away as he takes a step forward, sheet held out with one hand.]
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H-here. No need to be kept from your modesty.
[God, his voice shouldn't be shaking so hard]