"Hi," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow she'd tossed over her face. His pillow smelled like boy sweat with a hint of petting zoo. When was the last time he'd washed his sheets? The more she tried to avoid thinking about that stuff, the more little things snuck in. Like Emmett assuming Gar was Sophie's boyfriend. Or the little kitten yawn when she called Gar in the middle of the night. It made her smile, but further confused things, too.
"Are you wearing clothes?" she asked through the pillow. She probably should've waited in her room instead, but Gar's room was homier. It was messy, but it was a better place for a talk. There were more things to be distracted by. Like pillows.