She was wearing his jacket again.
Outwardly he frowned and protested, while inwardly he was grinning – the cat that got the cream.
He'd never tell her that he liked seeing her tiny pixie form almost dwarfed by it, copper curls cascading down the back of like wildfire.
Not that he'd tell her that.
He secretly loved the way Mutt – Matt- 's eyes would dim when he saw her wearing it.
His brother's lips pressed into a worried frown.
Elena's eyes shining in concern.
And Meredith, always expressionless, would just nod...approval? Acknowledgement?
The Jacket was his way of stamping her as his, he liked the possessive edge her wearing it had.
Not that he'd ever tell her, he'd carry on protesting and pretending to be annoyed.
He could never tell.