☆ is that my shirt?
"Is that my shirt, Finn?" Robin asked, a smirk playing on his face. Robin's cheeks were a light pink, but Finney guessed that it was just the cold.
Finney's face immediately flushed red, mumbling "yes" to a surprisingly happy Robin.
Finney usually wore Robin's clothes to bed as they gave him comfort, especially after the Grabber. The previous night Finney had a bad nightmare about the Grabber that left him needing the familiar feeling of Robin throughout the day.
"I hope you don't mind" Finney said, face still burning.
"Of course I don't mind, Finn. Wear my shirts all you want!" Robin exclaimed, draping a arm around Finney.
This action caused Finney to blush a even darker shade of red, which Finney prayed that Robin wouldn't notice.
"Me encanta cuando te pones mis camisetas, mi vida" Robin said, grinning wildly at Finney.