[Eun may very well wear one of his shirts as well that day. After all, they'll go together with the jacket already, and she knows how to style it for herself in a way that suits her way of dressing.]

It's not as cold there as it is here, but San Francisco definitely gets windy this time of year. You may need it for that more than warmth. But either way, I'm stealing it for the night of the ritual. Maybe a shirt too.

[She gives him another kiss, this time to his cheek, before pulling away. Standing over his bed where his clothes and suitcase are laid out, she begins sorting through things. A shirt to one side. A t-shirt to the other. These jeans. That jacket. She sorts through all of it, arranging them into outfits that can be easily mixed and matched, until she's satisfied with the final results. There's enough there to dress up as needed, as well as dress down for running around the city as she plans. Her hands settle on her hips as she looks back at him, gesturing him close once more. Everything she's rejected is stacked near the pillows. Everything she's picked is laid out for him to see.]

Does all of this work for you?