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Then Blair appears, and fuck.

She’s wearing Dagger’s clothes again.

One of his oversized black hoodies hangs nearly to mid-thigh over dark boxers sitting low on her hips while her split pink and purple hair spills messily around her shoulders, sleep still clinging faintly to her face.

She pauses the second she realizes Dagger’s gone.

Then narrows her eyes at me suspiciously.

“Why do you look like you’re about to commit a crime?”

“I already did,” I answer calmly.

Before she can react, I stand and cross the apartment, hooking my fingers into the hem of Dagger’s hoodie.

Blair blinks once.

“What the fuck are you—”

I pull it smoothly over her head before she can finish.

Her hair falls messily around her shoulders again while she stares at me in complete confusion, now standing there in nothing but black boxers and attitude.

Then I strip my own shirt off and toss Dagger’s hoodie onto the couch behind her.

“What are you doing?” she repeats slower this time, eyes immediately dragging across my chest.

I ignore that entirely and tug the black shirt over her head instead, pulling it down over her thighs.

“If we’re both apparently keeping you alive now,” I mutter while straightening the fabric slightly, “you can wear my clothes too. Doesn’t always have to be his.”

Silence.

Then Blair’s mouth twitches slowly.

Oh no.

That expression never means anything good.

Her eyes drag deliberately over my bare chest before flicking back upward again, amusement and something way more mischievous settling across her face instantly.

“Wow,” she says softly. “Possessive and petty. Love that journey for you.”

I roll my eyes.

“You were literally asleep in his clothes.”

“And now I’m awake in yours.” She glances down at the shirt dramatically. “Honestly? Huge moment for the group project.”

“Blair.”

“What?” she asks innocently while smoothing her hands slowly down the front of my shirt. “I’m just saying, if you two keep this up, I’m gonna stop knowing who I stole clothes from. It’s cute. Love me a shared custody situation.”

I snort softly despite myself.

Blair notices immediately.

“There he is.”