He's quiet, watching the deft way Vasquez handles the case and smokes, as sure and steady as he is with so much else.

Settling in when he's done, not sure about sitting like this, and yet finding he kind of likes it. It's intimate, and it's a bit weird but in a way that makes his stomach flip flop. "I don't need no gift," he says, shaking his head. "And I didn't tell you because that's how it's a surprise. I didn't do it for something. I did it because it was for you."

And isn't it a good thing it was, since he might not have otherwise.