Author's Note: What's this? An excuse for me to write short chapters and call it intentional?

Also a place for me to get my Hellstar feels out because these two I'm telling you guys I'm obsessed. Season 6 has been SERVING and there's literally been 3 episodes.

When John walked into his bedroom, it was to find a multitude of trench coats laid out of his bed. They were all washed and folded and… Dyed.

So.

Many.

Colors.

"Jooooohn!" Zari sang, her voice echoing louder as she grew closer to the doorway. John narrowed his eyes and prepared his most threatening face. When they'd agreed to start dating, he'd known there would be a few hurdles to work through. But dying his trench coats? That was too far.

He turned towards the door just as Zari walked in… and the murderous expression dropped off his face. Zari was wearing a lavender trench coat, hands halfway in its deep pockets, collar artfully popped.

"You- my-" John blinked a few times, bewildered, because the trench coat seemed to fit her perfectly. It couldn't be his. And, now that he thought of it… the trench coats on the bed were looking a little small, too.

"Oh, this?" Zari shrugged casually, as if she hadn't worn the outfit singularly for his reaction. "You just speak so highly of trench coats; I had to try."

She swept over to his bed like she owned the place, picking up the new stash of multicolored coats and looking them over critically before selecting about a third and beginning to hang them up in his closet.

John watched her, passing a hand through his hair. "What're you doing, love?" he asked finally.

Zari peeked around at him, raising her eyebrows. "I've decided to transfer some of my closet to your room," she told him, as if that wasn't a decision he should have been a part of. "Makes it a little less obvious when I can come to breakfast in a different outfit than the night before, don'tcha think?"

John personally thought, or rather, knew, that the crew of the Waverider had a pretty good idea when they spent the night together regardless of Zari's clothes. But the sight of her putting her pastel-hued trench coats next to his beige ones was making it a little hard for him to speak. His wardrobe was something that Zari had mocked him for countless times- it was one of her favorite things to antagonize him about, actually. But what she was doing right now? The only message he was getting from that was…

Acceptance.

So John decided to try a bit of that, too… even if it cost him a good half of his closet space in the process.