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They had come far from when clothes were used as signals. Stealing clothes to keep the other close when they had to be far. Sharing clothes to show affection, staking claims. That time was full of pain and memories. But the beanie Louis currently wore, sitting big and worn, had warm memories than pained. It was Harry’s, given to Louis to keep him warm when he couldn’t. And seeing it on his head made Harry feel warm inside.
And Louis looked cute in it, fringe falling softly, eyelashes fanning beautifully.
“What are you thinking about, Harry?”
“Nothing, Lou, let’s go.”