[ Aaaand he nearly stumbles off the doorstep in the process, because seriously, Clear, Aoba knows you have an actual face (a mouth, too, but who's checking) beneath that towel ... it probably isn't that bad to stare at in close proximity, even ... ]

S-Shouldn't you be watching where you're going?! Clear — wait a sec', you'll trip —

[ Fingers caught in a momentary fumble, they scramble and peremptorily latch onto one of Clear's wrists in an effort to deter him, his mouth pulling into a line. ]

Geez. It's alright if you don't want to show me your face. All you need to do is ask. I won't look.