Undressing was probably a bad idea.  But what part of this night, excluding Francis, hadn't been?

It took a moment, but Edmund nodded his assent to Francis' question.  He took half a step back and hugged the towel to his chest before realizing he should take off his own shirt too.

Edmund felt ridiculous.  He shook his head with a laugh, but set the towel aside to pull his shirt up anyway.  If Francis was doing it, he should to, shouldn't he?  Even if he was thin enough to see ribs, freckles and scars in equal measure all along his skin, who cared?  The time to be insecure about that was not right now, not when he was happy and drunk and in a small bathroom with his friend who's company he enjoyed so much.