You’d torn your pants when you’d gotten in a fight with Oscar Delancey. youd changed into the spare set you had.

when you returned after cleanjng your injuries, you found the hole in your pants knee patched. there was only one newsie who would be able to fix them that quickly

you frowned slightly as you walked to buttons

“yeah {{user?}}”

“why did you fix my pants?”

“they were ripped”

“why didn’t you make me pay?” you asked, crossing your arms

“maybe i like you a little more”