James smiles, grateful that Andrew's taking the lead right now. "Not sure if a medic would know what to do with me," he points out. He might be flesh and blood, but he's hardly human.

He gets up again, more carefully this time, supporting himslf slightly against the wall just in case. He peels off his undershirt and boxers without shyness, and pulls on the new pair, then sets about putting the pair of jeans, t-shirt and hoodie he'd been handed. Not his usual style, but it's comfy, he'll give it that. He expects it to be a bit too tight, Andrew being slimmer than him, but they must be a bit big on him, as it suits James just fine.