“Well, after that time I wore your shirt and you went all caveman on me, I’ve been slipping your clothes into Mars’s drawers. It’s been a bit of trial and error trying to figure out which of your clothes you’re attached to. Plus, we have a lot of the exact same shirts and stuff—wait, was it the Michigan tee?” He laughs out loud at the look on my face. “Oh, please god tell me it was that ratty Michigan tee.”
