jim awoke in your bed, eyes blinking in the sun shining through the space where your curtains had once inhabited. he chuckled to himself as he took note, dragging himself out of bed and pulling on some clothes. you’re sat in the kitchen, sewing said curtains together, eyebrows pulled together in focus. a small smile tugs at his mouth as he watches you sew the curtains, and that red dress you once wore, together. he fiddled with the edge of it before flicking his eyes up to you.

“you looked alright in this, you know.” he smirked wider the moment you looked up at him.