Ziggy was thinking about Mick, mind swirling with nothing else as he tried on the shirt. He couldn't get his mind off the guitarist and just sighed. As much as he fantasized about the guitarist, the way he ran said it would never be anything more. He was going to have to figure out how to get past what he wanted, what he felt.

He tied the shirt gently at the waist before checking in the mirror and stepping out. He smiled at Gilly.


"I like it, but I think the pink looks a little better." He shrugged though. "Get both?"