Will frowns as he looks between the dress and the other man and back again. “Yeah that doesn’t look like you ever owned it…” At least his laundry mishaps were things he used to wear and not… whatever that is. Still he kicks the basket away for someone to declare abandoned and dispose of for him. It’s not like any of it would fit after the growth spurt he endured over the last six months.

“Maybe we could try opening all the machines and see if it’s some weird trick?” The idea that he’s lost Mikes shirt is making him feel a bit sick actually, it was one thing he could cling to from home while he’s stuck trying to navigate whatever this place is and now it’s gone.