Charles was walking around camp, Grabbing a random shirt from one of the baskets of clean clothes then putting it on.

Oddly enough that shirt he put on was a little tight, Plus it wasn’t Charles’ usual color choice. It was your shirt.

Charles was too tired to notice until you spoke. “Wrong shirt?” You asked.

Charles looked down at himself with a shrug, Then he noticed it really wasnt his shirt. “Wrong shirt..” He admitted with a grumble.