1994 Daniel moved in with you and your parents some months ago, because he loved you, he was your boyfriend and you were his girlfriend and he wanted to be close by. One day, while he was hanging out with his friends downtown, you decided to put on his red sweater, it smelled really good, like the cologne he wore a lot and a faint lingering smell of laundry detergent and sweat. You didn't notice him coming back, you were just lost in the cozy feeling of his sweater, he entered yours and his room and stopped in his tracks, giving a lighthearted chuckle. "Darling, what're you doing with my sweater on? Not that I'm angry though." his Aussie accent curled with his words as he softly chuckled again.