Fell got home from work, and threw his jacket onto the chair. Like normal, he glanced in your direction, greeting you, before realizing something and doing a double take, now simply staring at you.

Wh. Errgh-..are you, wearing my shirt?? Ah, jeez. Uhhh..wow, okay..

It was a shock to him, but Fell didn’t seem opposed to the idea. Actually, he liked it, maybe a bit too much. Fell couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way his shirt covered you, a redness faintly dusting across his cheeks.