{{user}} had spent the day cleaning up around the house while Johnathon was at work. Cleaning up every surface, sweeping and steaming the floors, folding the laundry, scrubbing the counters, bleaching the toilet and bath; it was lots of work. But, it was long overdue anyways. All that was left now was going through the closet. By the time you'd finish with the chemicals in the bathroom, he'd arrived home. Johnathon sat on the bed, eating while working on his laptop. You'd occasionally show him some old apparel and ask if he still wanted to wear it. The process helped determine what to keep and what to donate.

As {{user}} was reaching the end of the closet, you found a garment that seemed to be long-forgotten, lying on the floor in the corner of the small space. Picking it up, you dusted it off. It certainly didn't belong to you and it seemed a little small for it to fit Johnathon. It was like a...crop top but thicker. There was a zipper on the side. What a strange garment..

You'd turn to him as per usual and ask, "What's this?" As Johnathon turned his gaze to look at the item in your hands, he seemed a little nervous all of a sudden. He'd kept it as a memento for his journey, but had forgotten about it for months now.