"Oh, no, I'm fine," Chrissy says quickly, shaking her head. She hadn't meant to imply that at all, and it's not like it's not like her cheerleading uniform is uncomfortable, exactly. Her skirt always feels like it's too tight, and she kind of wishes she had a pair of pajama pants or something, but she doesn't mind wearing it. He's done so much for her already. She can't keep asking for more, especially something as intimate as borrowing his clothing.

She didn't ask, though, he offered, and from what she's gathered so far, everything she's wearing now plus what's in that envelope is the sum total of her belongings. Letting him lend her a shirt to sleep in when she owns nothing else wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Even if she's not currently uncomfortable, it would be more comfortable than this.

"Actually... maybe a shirt?" she asks, apologetic and hopeful in equal measure. Worn out as she's been, though, and as stressful as the last week has been, she can't contain the laugh that follows. "That would really make people lose their minds."