After a beat, Vanessa stepped into his room, carefully setting her mug down on a steady-looking stack of books. She walked over to him and, to be honest, picked the first shirt of the ones he held out to her. She unfolded it to check its size, and made no remark about the burn marks. "This'll do nicely," she assured him, draping it on her arm.

It wasn't as if she had any intention to walk around his house in her pyjamas, after all.