@whencalm → prompt ↳ “ are you wearing my jacket? ”
eyes were quick to cast downward at her outstretched arms, checking out the red jacket that donned her torso. it was in fact his.
whether she would admit it or not, ethan had become somewhat of a safety net for her over the past few months --- the community were still torn on him, still viewed him with scrutiny, but she trusted ethan. the jacket was taken on sentimental value ... it reminded her of him when he wasn’t on rig. just to have a little piece of him with her. how gross.
❛ ❛ mine was dirty. ❜ ❜ a shrug of her shoulders, the tiniest twitch of her lips as a smile tried to break it’s thin line. zoe started to take it off to hand it back to him ... if he wanted it back, that is. ❛ ❛ you can have it back if you want. ❜ ❜