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Scotty's got an extensive collection of sweaters. He doesn't wear them too often, regulation uniforms and all, but Nyota adores them.
And, if he doesn't wear them as often, he won't notice one of them is gone, right? He left it in her quarters somehow.
Right?
Except he somehow does one night, when she's in his quarters and painting her nails for the party that Pavel had insisted on having. He's staring into his closet, scratching at the top of his head in confusion.
"Ny," He speaks up, "Have you seen my red sweater? The one with the silver?"
The description could easily fit several in his closet, but she knows exactly which one he's talking about.
She's tempted to feign ignorance, but it is his sweater. "It's back in my quarters. I was planning on wearing it," She hums, watching him, waiting for his reaction.
"Ah," He taps his chin. "Then I'll have to choose a matching one, eh?"
She smiles at him, placing the bottle of nail polish down on the table. "You'll have to."
They show up to Pavel's party in matching sweaters.
And matching smiles.