After having successfully stolen John's shirt that he'd just worn today, you took it to your room and shut the door and got comfortable in your bed after having changed into his shirt and some pajama pants.

The room was dark and silent as you laid in bed, deeply inhaling the smell of your captain's sweaty shirt until John opened the door without knocking.

"Mary, have you seen my gray t-shirt?"

His eyes met yours.

"..Is that--"

You threw your pillow at him in embarrassment and shouted at him to leave, to which he just smiled and chuckled softly.

"Throwing a pillow at me isn't going to make me leave, love. You know this."