He's been doing his best but John just keeps touching him and while distracting himself with the thought of some sort of hat is a nice idea, John's fingers as they reach out and brush against the side of his face are more distracting still.

He throws the other man a look at the fainting comment, which he hopes hides some of the color that has managed to sneak its way onto his face. "If that's a comment about your delicate sensibilities..." he mutters, as he pulls the fabric up and over his head. Grateful to have it back to hide behind. Wishing it weren't so hot in this bloody city so that he could put his full suit on and hide behind that as well.

He takes his over-shirt back from John as well, shrugging it on and doing up some of the buttons so that it's not just hanging off of him, fussing with his clothes before he turns back to the other man at last. "Have I ever had a sunburn before," he repeats. "Is that a trick question. Any part of me that's seen the sun for more than fifteen minutes unguarded has had a sunburn before."