The shape of the chair's back isn't quite right for holding clothing; unless actually thrown over, the shirt keeps falling off. He tuts softly at it, considering just making it stay, but really, avoiding having to take out wrinkles the easy way is the entire purpose of hanging it somewhere. It wouldn't do to give in to cheating so early in the holiday. He goes to the closet in search of a hanger instead.

At last, shirt safely deposited in the closet, any danger of wrinkles averted, he crawls carefully back onto the bed.