She looked at it pensive for a moment, it may not seem like much but the t-shirt had got her through the summer without him. The way she felt after the war and after the trial was difficult and lonely, he had saved her. Maybe that might sound drastic but really, she was drinking too much and spent too much time alone, she may never have found herself again after 3 months of behaving like that. She held it up to her face and buried her head in it one last time, the slight traces of his scent was still there, only someone who knew him well would know it was his. Fucking Pansy.