Maybe Bitty goes to the Falcs, or Alicia, to get rid of some questionable shirts in Jack's wardrobe... Like a hideously tacky Tourist-Dad™ Hawaiian print? Or the yellow shoes? Sorry you're in a funk. If there's anything I can do, let me know!
Hey, @beaniebaneenie I appreciate the prompt. <3 I kinda went another direction with this, but it still has hints of the prompt. Jack is out of town, so Bitty and Alicia take over his closet to give it a makeover. Here’s what goes down…
“I feel kinda sneaky doing this,” Bitty said as he stood by the door of their bedroom.
Alicia quickly got to work as she opened the closet and examined it with the steely accuracy of an assassin ready to put down their target.
“Eric, sweetheart. It’s for his own good. I thought we agreed,” she said as she pulled out a bright orange golf shirt. She held it toward Bitty and said, “Where on god’s green earth did he even get this from?”
“A charity golf thing,” Bitty said taking one step closer as Alicia flung it onto the bed. Apparently, she had three piles: To Donate, To Toss, To Burn to a Crisp.
Alicia tutted as she rummaged through the clothes on the hangers. “Honestly, you’d think he was contractually obligated to only wear Falconers or Samwell gear.”
Bitty approached the bed and sat on the edge as Alicia continued tossing more clothes onto it. He grabbed a pair of well worn burgundy Adidas track pants that had just been flung.
“Oh, but Jack loves these. They’re broken in just so,” Bitty said as he held them up to his cheek.
“We can buy him some new ones to break in – ones that don’t have holes in the leg,” she said then pulled out a Hawaiian print button down, and gasped. She held up the offending shirt as if it were a steaming pile of manure and said with a moue, “Eric?”
“Lord!” Bitty smiled.“Coach got that for him. When we went to Kauai with my parents, Jack and Coach thought it would be funny to get matching shirts. Mama and I were so mad at them… and then at dinner—”
“Sweetheart?” Alicia said with a sigh.
Alicia looked at Bitty and smiled. “Come on, help me put all this back in.”
“What? Why?” Bitty asked.
Alicia walked over and stroked Eric’s cheek. “Because you’re so besotted with my son, you couldn’t care less what he looks like and you don’t want to change him in any way, and I’ll love you forever for that.”
“Aw, come on, Alicia,” Bitty said as he blushed and looked down at the track pants in his lap.
“All right. At least let’s organize the closet so he can find things easier: you know the fancy track pants from the everyday track pants,” Alicia said with a wink.
Bitty nodded and began folding some of the clothes on the bed. He then bit his lip and said, “BUT… if that horrendous orange golf shirt mysteriously disappeared, well there’s nothing I could do about that.”
“Consider it taken care of.”