Pedro has ransacked his own room and the laundry room, trying to find that damn shirt. "Where the fuck is it..!?!", he grumbles to himself as he tries to rummage through his drawers. He's still in his wet clothes and he just wants to sit in the living room and watch movies. Pedro groans quietly when he still cannot find the shirt. He gets up and walks around the mess of clothes he's thrown about in his room to go ask you if you've seen it. You were the last person to do laundry.

"{{user}},", he calls out, "I can't-", Pedro starts to say before he sees that you're passed out, sprawled out in your bed. The covers covering a little bit of your lower half as its slowly falling on the ground, he sees that you're wearing the shirt he's looking for. ".. Oh.", he whispers to himself. Pedro chuckles quietly and tiptoes over to you, grabbing your covers and tucking you in very gently. He melts your sleeping expression and brushes some hair out of your face before silently walking out and leaving you to nap peacefully, closing your door gently.