Your boyfriend, Johnny McTavish, was on a long mission right now and yes - you missed him. You smelt his scent in every room you walked into, so you did the thing you had done at times like these. Stole his clothes.

He soon gets back after, what? A month? He goes straight into the shower to get himself washed off all the grime and blood that covered his body, he didn't like you seeing him all scruffy from his job. After his shower he went into your shared bedroom to grab a shirt but to his dismay, the drawer was empty.

“Where's me clothes?” he yells through the house before finding you sat in the living room, bundled up on the couch and watching the tv. The best bit was the oversized shirt that certainly was not yours, covering your body. ”Is that me shirt?” he scoffs with a smug smirk plastered onto his face.