What do you mean by 'whatever I like is fine'?
"This is yours, Aiwass," Isabel murmured softly.
"Yes. Albert's, Isabel's, Ligeia's... I've already knitted theirs,"
the old lady said with a smile, handing the neatly folded sweater to Aiwass: "The last one is for you."
"...For me?"
Aiwass was stunned for a moment, subconsciously taking it.
He unfolded it and found it to be a sleeveless V-neck checkered sweater. Thorns were embroidered along the chest, shoulders, and sleeve cuffs. It was suitable to wear in the spring, with a shirt underneath and a tie allowed as well.
It was indeed not the type Isabel could wear. It was clearly a men's sweater, and it fit Aiwass just right.
Holding the sweater, Aiwass fell silent for a while.
A special feeling welled up inside him.
