"A coat," he repeated softly. He nodded once, then reached up to rub his eyes. "That's a good idea. I think he's had the coat he wears for a good, long time. Maybe it's time for something new."

He thought then of Danny, of the shape of him, and his style. It would have to be just right. Just right. Hex wanted him to love it and wear it and, yes, think of him when he did.

Fin knew him so well. So well he could tell him what to get for his own bloody boyfriend.