“Tacos, Nutella brownies, and gray sweatpants.” I looked down at the gray joggers I had on. I didn’t understand how they were like the other two. “These are my favorite sweatpants. Gunner got me these for Christmas last year. Is there something wrong with them?” “No. They’re… great,” she said and stuffed the brownie in her mouth.
HES SO INNOCENT PLS LET HIM STAY THIS WAY FOREVER
