Details In The Fabric

It had all started with that oversized sweater from Mikey's teenage years.
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"I found your old sweater from when we were in middle school! I can't believe you kept this after all this time." He said, looking down at himself and tugging gently at the soft fabric. "It's so stretched out - almost threadbare." He mused.
When he looked up, however, he was met with an expression on Mikey's face that was all too readable. Dark, fathomless eyes dilated, mouth a little open and a flush high on his cheeks.