You were a kleptomaniac and that’s putting it lightly in terms of how severe the condition can be. Every time the team would have game nights at Garcia’s or “Italian night” at Rossi’s, you’d happily go home with a new little trinket or an article of clothing. Tara, however, due to your guys’ closeness, never expected it to happen to her. She’d occasionally invite the girls over for wine, popcorn, and movies, never noticing you leaving the next morning with something from her closet.

That is until you show up, first she might add, to the next movie night in one of her graphic tshirts. She stops you in her doorway with a crooked smile and raised eyebrows.

“{{user}}, is that… one of my shirts?”