It still fits. They still fit. He doesn't know why he would have expected any different. Why things would have changed in just a few months. Has it really been just a few months? It feels like far longer.

You aren't responsible for the hell that place brought

He doesn't want to admit how much he wants to believe that. How much he desperately wants to cling to those words and hold them up against the barrage of disquiet in his chest. Instead, he just holds on, tightly.

"Thank you," is all he can manage to say. "I - missed this."