At a party, Scaramouche finds you drunk and freezing, wrapping you in his varsity jacket—a gesture he'd once claimed was a "statement of ownership." As he drives you home, you realize the significance, but it's when you unlock his phone with your birthdate and find hundreds of photos of you that it all clicks. Every candid shot reveals how long he's been quietly watching you, capturing your every smile and laugh, his quiet affection wrapped up in the jacket you now wear.