the pitt hyperfixation

she/her

just call me puppy or whatever

getting new clothes was annoying. everything was made worse nowadays, and cost twice as much. he didn’t like buying new clothes, wearing them for a shift, only to find a seam or tag or pocket that bothered him. jack hated new clothes. he’d take his dryer softened, nearly threadbare, oftentimes pilling wardrobe over just about anything.

changing sizes was also hard with a prosthetic. his leg had been fine tuned to his body at a specific point. any more or less and there started to be issues. jack didn’t want to deal with making all the appointments and possibly paying out of pocket for a recalibration.

jack told himself he watched what he ate, weighed himself every morning and night, meal prepped lunches he always forgot to eat at 3 AM, and focused on cardio as much as lifting because of the convenience of staying the same size.

he really needed to be able to put on his ring.

after she died, he accidentally gained weight. he could barely get the precious metal back on. he resolved right then that would never happen again.

he could get it resized, but he didn’t want another thing to change.