He knew it was pathetic. Sitting on the sofa with Brett's huge Green Jersey drapped all over him. But it smelt of him. Mason needed that.

Around one O' clock in the morning, Brett actually got home.

In a hurry Mason hid the Jersey under his shirt.

"Hey you" Brett smiled.

"Oh...Hi, I think I'm coming down with a cold so...I'll take the couch"

"I...don't get sick" Brett said.

"Let's not take chances. I'll cook you Breakfast tomorrow" Mason said.

When Brett had gone, Mason stuffed the Jersey under the couch.