By now, he'd hung the jersey she'd gotten him in a frame over his bed. It was his pride and joy, something that he actually loved a lot. "Here, hold on." He went over to one of his drawers and pulled out the top pair of sweatpants. It was a pair of his soccer sweats from school. He had a few of them, so he didn't mind letting her borrow them. It wasn't like he'd never see them, or her, again.