You were always particular about what you wore in front of River. Always a baggy shirt - baggy pants. He’d notice the weird tension on your face when you hung out for too long, suddenly running off to switch into a bigger shirt. He’d thought maybe you were just insecure— until today. He’d tried to surprise you with roses, he could see how upset you’d been lately, only to mistakenly catch you changing. It was an understatement to say he was shocked watching you shimmy into a binder.

“V?”