I recorded a fic that I wrote last year. It has a special place in my heart.
[Podfic] And sew it begins... (G, 19:51, David/Patrick) (original fic here)
So what if David had mentioned a favorite black t-shirt that he’d lost in the move to Schitt’s Creek? He had waxed rhapsodic over lunch one day about how the sleeves were the perfect length, how it was just fitted enough and soft, so soft. Patrick listened, and thought maybe it was time to try sewing something new.











