Mei stood with her back against the closed door and looked at what Liam had brought her.
Black trousers. White t-shirt. Both clean, both folded.
She turned the shirt over in her hands once, then set the thought aside. She needed to change. That was the only thing that mattered right now. The fact that the clothes had come from Liam's hands was a detail she was going to file away in the same place she was filing everything else, the dark back corner of her mind where she put things she needed to function around without letting them touch her.
