He pulls her blanket out of the wash, making sure to fold it up nicely and lay it on her bed before they leave.
Its her favorite blanket. Fluffy and soft. Dark black so it doesn't show bloodstains. She sleeps with it like a security blanket and drapes it over the back of the couch when its cold.
He's fallen asleep more than once with it draped over both their legs. There's a little crescent shaped burn from where she had been cooking with it over her shoulders and it had landed on a burner.
She's worn this blanket as a clothes substitute more than a few times, mostly because clothes suck when your covered in gauze and bandages, but occasionally because she's caught his lazy and pants just aren't worth the effort.
She ties it around her shoulders like a cape and let's it flow around her similarly to her jacket. Only its fluffier and warm.
She lives in this blanket, eats in this blanket, heals in this blanket. He's had to scrub blood and puss out of it more than a few times.
But its not just her favorite blanket. Its his favorite to because its awarded him with more than a handful of peeks at her skin. Because apparently walking around in her underwear was only ok when her blanket is around her shoulders.
And because fabric has a nasty habit of moving around when your holding it closed from the front with two tired fists.
It had given him many excuses to cuddle underneath it, and share the warmth.
But mostly he made sure to put it on her bed because he knew when she got home bruised from their mission, shed strip down to the bare minimum, throw it over her shoulders, and curl up on the couch waiting for him.
They could sleep there together without crossing boundaries or dealing with the nightmares alone.
The feeling of her soul and that blanket would wrap around him In the most relaxing ways. Coaxing the knot to out of his brow and allowing him to hold her in place so she wouldn't roll over any recent wounds.
He made sure to wash it before every mission and pack it when they would be out of town.
He made sure it was wrapped around her every time they had to spend the night in a hospital. Partly because its always cold but mostly because when she would wake up it would save her the panic attack of wondering if he was ok. If he wasn't the blanket wouldn't be there.
It was a symbol In that way. A symbol that they were both still alive.