A surprising few girls had ever worn Misha's clothes, although he didn't mention that point, since he had a reputation to maintain. Honestly, he very rarely had anyone stay over long enough to need anything to wear. He pondered this as he stepped out into the hall and headed to the washroom. He was quickly finding himself attracted to Bella, in a way that he wasn't used to. It made him feel as though he didn't know how to act, or what to say. With Kea, he knew that they were friends, and he knew that they physically worked well together, but he didn't want to be with her, didn't want to keep her all to himself or call her his girlfriend. Was that what he was feeling? It was confusing as hell.
It was easier to focus when he got into the washroom and he quickly gathered up the supplies he would need. He wet a washcloth in the sink, gathered some of the salve his mother had always used to treat their wounds, and just before he left, found a bright purple hair elastic that his sister must have left behind.
"I think I found everything..." Misha said, as he walked back into the bedroom, but his words trailed off when he saw Bella sitting on his bed, wrapped up in his t-shirt as though it were a blanket. She made it look like the most natural thing in the world. It took him a moment to realize that it wasn't just the shirt she had changed. She was wearing his shirt more like a dress and it brushed against her thighs.