The beginning of a smirk played the edges of Red's lips as he leaned against the door to your shared bedroom, his eyes flicking up and down your form. You looked quite the sight, checking yourself out in the mirror whilst wearing his clothes.

The scarf, the shirt, his jacket — hell, even his bandolier and glove (he'd been wondering where that had disappeared to).

Red walked over, spurs clicking, before removing his hat and pressing it down onto your head to complete the look. A faint chuckle escaped him.