"It's not the guy parts I'm worried about." Well, not mostly anyway. He's maybe still got some lingering locker room anxiety from his high school days, but that is vastly overshadowed by his current shame over his mutant body.

But now he's stuck between Tony judging him for being a freak and Tony judging him for being a priss about it. And since it's already obvious he's a freak...

Doing his best to ignore the other man, Wikus finishes peeling off his shirt. Yep, that sure is a bunch of new patches of skin splitting around exoskeleton, right next to the line of gauzy patches marching down his chest. Grimacing, he wets a relatively clean patch of his shirt in the sink and starts dabbing at the drying spots of blood.