A/N: With thanks to: Lothiriel84, Water-please, Olfactory-Ventriloquism and Lalalupin for reviewing Carob Cupcakes.
Prompted by Kiryki - thank you!
x tromana
9.
It was a crisp white shirt. Monogrammed on the cuffs; a hint of class, his wife had said when she'd bought it for him.
He'd only tried it on once. Found it uncomfortable and worse, he didn't think it suited him. In the end, he'd just stuffed it in the back of the closet.
After she died, however much he hated it, he didn't have the heart to get rid of it.
In the end, Lisbon was the one who had dug it out again.
She understood when he said he had to keep it, but didn't explain precisely why.