“ I’d tell you to give me back my sweater, but I think you actually look better in it. ”
He’d have to grab another one for himself, however. The night was cold and it seemed as if his clothes were slowly disappearing. Or, at least, everything that was big and fluffy. He took a seat next to the other on the couch, leaning his shoulder against Connor’s. His cat jumped right into his lap the moment he sat down, legs tucking up to cross.