Justin didn't fight Giriko taking away his iPod. He was horribly uncomfortable being without it - it had become something of a security blanket to him, but he could survive without it even if its loss did slightly renew the urge to leave. "I'd like to, yes. ...But you're the expert."

He had to keep himself from trying to squirm away, but he made sure he was more focused on finishing unfastening his robes and shrugging out of them, making a mental note to pick them up later. Somehow it was a little less unnerving now that he was actually able to see Giriko's hands moving over his chest.