"Wow," he smiled as he opened one of the cabinet drawers in her Atlantis quarters, "did you bring any of your T-shirts?"
"Haha" Sam grinned, lying on the bed with her broken leg on pillows.
"What haha?" He turned, with one of his T-shirts in his hand, "I was wondering where all my clothes had gone."
"You exaggerate. I only took about three of your T-shirts."
Smiling, he walked back to the bed and sat next to Sam "And may I ask why you took them?"
Sam lowered her head and felt her cheeks flush a little
"It's stupid."
"Me and stupid ideas have a great understanding," he shrugged.
"I took them because they smell like you," she admitted, looked at him "when I was really sad, I'd just wear one of them in the evening, get into bed, and it was like you hugged me. Sort of. It's stupid."
"Um, and I thought I was the only one that was that bad when I hugged your pillow every night, because what are we going to talk about. I can't fit into your shirts."
She laughed "Come to think of it, please hand me another T-shirt. Some of mine? It's no use wasting yours when I have an owner here."
He smiled slowly "Sure, ma'am."
