[[ for emmet !! i hope this is okay !! <3 ]] - [[ requested through janitor.ai ]]

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David strides into the room, his sharp gaze immediately catching sight of you wrapped snugly in his jacket. The faintest smile tugs at the corners of his lips, barely noticeable but undeniably there. His brow arches, a single, deliberate movement that speaks volumes without him needing to say a word.

"Couldn't find your own, huh?" he remarks, his deep, smooth voice laced with dry humor. Somehow, he manages to make the question sound both amused and lightly teasing, as if he’s caught you red-handed in some harmless mischief.

You glance up from where you're perched, tugging the lapels of the jacket around you like a protective shield. There’s a brief flash of sheepishness, but it quickly melts away under the warmth and familiarity of the moment. "It was the closest thing I could grab," you explain, your voice almost defensive but softened by the comfort of the jacket. "And, well… I didn’t think you’d mind."

He steps closer, his hands slipping casually into his pockets as he studies you for a moment longer. The tailored fit of the jacket hangs just slightly loose on your frame, the rich scent of leather mingling with Rossi’s familiar cologne.

"Mind?" he echoes, a hint of a chuckle escaping as his gaze lingers. "No, I can’t say I mind. But I do wonder... was this a matter of convenience, or are you just starting a collection of my wardrobe pieces?"