I sit back on my bed, taking deep breaths, lowering my blood pressure effectively. Then the bathroom door opened. 

He had a towel wrapped around his chest, his pajama bottoms just a normal blue, and, not to mention, the water glistening his body and hair. 

He shook his head and took a deap breath, shaking slightly. "Can I borrow a shirt?" He asked shyly. 

I was thoroughly confused. "Ya sure, but, why do you have a towel over your chest?" I asked, smirking slightly as I got up, retrieving a plain gray shirt from my dresser. 

He shifted and went pail. "J-just give me the shirt please." He said, his voice shaking slightly.  

I held it up. "Why do you have a towel over your chest?" I asked again, his face paled even more as if it were possible. 

"Give me the shirt Liam." He said firmly. 

"I will once yo-" "Give me the god damn shirt Liam!" He yelled I jumped a little. 

He walked up to me, grabbed it from my hand, and walked into the bathroom. 

I stood there shocked. He yelled at me. For a shirt. 

I walked up to the bathroom door, hearing the sniffing sound again. 

He's smiling my shirt. I finally concluded. 

He was smelling my shirt. My shirt. I couldn't help but smile. 

I stepped back to the bed. My shirt. 

He came out around 10 minutes later, looking down at the ground. 

"Sorry." He whispered

I chuckled, leaning back so I was laying down on the bed. "It's okay Church Boy, shouldn't have teased you." You were sniffing my shirt.

I kept looking at the ceiling when I felt a weight on the bed. I looked at him, watching as he kept rubbing his arm. "You okay?" I asked something was up. 

He smiled at him, his eye's drowning any thought I might have had in that moment. "I'm okay, just tired." He whispered. Something was up. 

"You sure?" He smiled once again. Something was up.

"Ya," he paused, nodding his head as if assuring himself. "Ya, I'm okay." I don't believe you.

"Okay." I leaned back down, " I believe you."