a little birthday something for @microbino who asked for zimbits and moving in! happy (late) birthday, darlin’!***
“Bitty, I didn’t say I was judging. I just said I didn’t quite get why one person needs so many shirts.”
Bitty rolled his eyes as his hands deftly moved his shirts from boxes to the stack of hangers lying on the blue bedspread. “Jack. Sweetheart. Darling. I love you, but you have twelve shirts. I should know. I’ve counted. Three Samwell. Two Falconers. And seven plain v-necks in different colors.”
Jack looked up from where he was crouched by the dresser, putting away Bitty’s socks. “Well, yeah. That way I have enough for the week, and then I do laundry.”
Bitty smiled to himself as he finished with the stack of shirts. This boy.