No. [It's very matter-of-fact, almost distracted, as Corrigan is busy crossing to the small bathroom and washing his hands, grimacing at the stiff, grimy towels. The clothes get the same expression, and his tone remains blunt and detached, a far cry from the tender sweetness of minutes before.]
Leave those. Clothes are replaceable. [Corrigan reaches out, setting a hand on Kurt's back and propelling him towards the door, clearly heedless of how the suit jacket gapes open in the front. If Kurt wants to cover himself, he'll need to drop the clothes to hold the jacket closed.]
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Leave those. Clothes are replaceable. [Corrigan reaches out, setting a hand on Kurt's back and propelling him towards the door, clearly heedless of how the suit jacket gapes open in the front. If Kurt wants to cover himself, he'll need to drop the clothes to hold the jacket closed.]