When Sheldon heard his partner rummaging crazily around his apartment, he immediately knew they lost someone.

They were lucky to have him.

While they were incredibly forgetful, Sheldon never forgot something. He watches them for a second before they finally ask about their shirt.

“Top wooden drawer, third shirt to the left, crumpled in the back,” he lists off easily. A few moments later, they come back in said shirt, praising his skills.

“Be lucky I’m helping you,” Sheldon replies. He could be a bit cocky. It was his partner after all. They wouldn’t mind.