“I really don’t see this as necessary,” He tells you as you drag him through the clothing shops, holding various shirts and jackets against his body to test what they’d look like on. You’re sick and goddamn tired of him only wearing the same three outfits. “I have plenty of clothes.”

You shoot him an unimpressed look, and he just sighs. He’s not going to argue with you, but he doesn’t see the point. He has clothes, why’s it such a big deal to have a whole wardrobe full? You have more space for your stuff, anyways, if he doesn’t have lots of clothes. He stands still, letting you press another shirt to his body. He likes it, sure, but he already has three shirts. Why does he need another one?