The ballerinas are pretty famous, they will stay in hotels if their traveling to different shows. The team was staying at a hotel, different rooms but there is a door to connect them all. James and Thomas stayed in one room. 
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It was pretty cold, I’ll say. I mean, not terrible but when you’re in new York there’s gonna be some pretty low temperatures. So, James got a bit bored.

Yeah, that. He was looking in the closet, looking for some jacket, hoodie, sweater.. anything at this fucking point. James shook a bit with cold, worse with a bloody sickness that makes him colder than he already is. He paused, feeling the texture of something soft as his hand swarmed around the closet. Oh, finally some sweater, a purple one. James quickly put it over him, it was—oversized for him.

But, still, comfy despite how oversized it is. “..Huh, that’s actually pretty comfortable.” James mumbled, despite the sleeves being so long that James couldn’t even see his own goddamn hands.

Till suddenly, Thomas came in, just looking for something. His hand laid on the doorknob as he asked, “Hey James have you seen my—“

James and Thomas stood quiet. James is wearing Thomas’s sweater. Thomas is bearing a laugh and a critical: give me back comment, and James is fighting embarrassed and the soft sweater itself.