Adelaide Hawkins is, arguably, at least as sentimental as her brother is - it's just that she cares about far fewer things than he does. But that selectiveness only magnifies her feelings with fewer targets. It gives her more energy to focus toward each of those things she does hold dear, and hold them she does.
Teagan somehow has become one of those things that Adelaide holds dear, and so the gifting of these things to her and her babies is no hardship. She smiles, tucking back her loose red hair, continuing to stack the clothes into tidy piles. "Honey don't you ever worry about me taking care of me," she says, wry. "I tucked aside one or two. The dark blue cotton one with the star on his bum?" she says, sounding fond. It's one of the ones Charlie wore most, but the footies on the pajamas make it so that he's gotten too tall and there's no denying it. But the touch of that fabric will always bring Adelaide right back to when Charlie was a tiny warm bundle.
The current, taller Charlie crosses the space again inside Teagan's living area, coming to an ungainly stop at her bedside with a shout. He's finding his feet more and more these days. He looks up at Teagan, lifts his little grabby palms. "Ttttsh!" he tells her, probably some attempt at her name though mostly just a T-sound. Adelaide smiles, but she catches the fact that there are ghosts moving around behind the other woman's eyes as they go through the clothes.
A beat passes, and Adelaide smooths a few onesies. "How are you doing, being back?" she asks, then. She's never really had girlfriends, isn't always the best at broaching personal subjects, but if she can do it with anyone it's forthright, practical Teagan. "How's Bishop?"