Double Entendre
Visit writhed under Reg's firm grip.
"Hold still!" the zombie admonished sharply.
"But--"
"Do you want me to do this or not?"
"Yes, but--'
"Then hold still!"
Visit obeyed. Cool fingers brushed his neck. Then--
"Ow!"
"Sorry. Not used to this. Hang on, almost done... There."
Reg snapped the thread and Visit twisted his collar out to look appriciatively at the mended tear. "Thank you."
"Next time you want me to fix your shirt, take it off first," Reg deadpanned (it came naturally).
"But I don't have a spare."
"...Sometimes you amaze me, Washpot."
A/N: Still the same bad joke as the first time... What were you thinking?