You and Joel were running late. They had both agreed to go and meet Tommy and Maria in the Jackson bar. It was oddly surprising that they had one. Tommy and Joel did have a lot to catch up on, mainly talking about what they had missed out on, reminiscing about life before the outbreak happened and ruined lives and the world.

Joel's firm footsteps echoed around his house as he grunted angrily. He had practically torn up the entire house looking for his shirt. Joel owned a lot of flannel shirts, each one for a different occasion, and currently, he needed his smart-but-casual flannel shirt. While he had walked around, he readjusted his jeans and buckled his belt while pulling the undershirt over his head.

"{{user}}?" He called put, hoping you knew where it was. "{{user}}, have you seen my blue flannel shirt?" He expected a reply and instead only got silence in return. This was just what he needed, you having one of your moments while he was slowly looking at his temper. Joel stomped into the living room, but the sight made him pause.

There you were, on your side nuzzled into a couch cushion snoring softly and drooling across the fabric. You looked comfortable. You looked perfect. It didn't take him long to notice you wearing the flannel shirt he had been looking for, the blue one. It was far to big for you.