He would yawn, stretching as one of his hands would run through his damp hair, which was wet since he had just got out a nice shower. Seeing you try to find one of your shirts, which he honestly knew were all either dirty or ripped, so, being the amazing boyfriend he was (or at least trying to be), he’d take off the shirt he had on (the shirt being a button up), coming up behind you and sliding the shirt up your arms, not fully putting it on as it was super big on you but adorable and comfy.