She looked down at her own clothes, before looking up at him nervously. "Can I borrow one of your shirts?"
He gave her a small smile before heading to the drawers. “Of course, baby,” he said, tossing her a white shirt.
He frowned, coming back to join her on the bed. “I didn’t really die, though. I just went unconscious.”
She sighed softly, turning her head to look at him. "I love you too. I'm sorry I tried to break up with you."