Nicci has something bundled under his arms, hiding it from the world as he darts through the streets. It's secret, only for Charlie. He slips between an arguing couple, squirms through a cramped crowd of tourists. He finally finds their alley, finally finds their home. He drops to his knees in front of Charlie, panting and smiling.
"Baby," he whispers, cheeks pink from running, uncurling his arms and setting his gift in front of Charlie. It's his coat - the shabby gray one from the GoodWill - all fixed up with shiny new buttons, replaced where they were missing or falling off. "For you."
He wonders if Charlie knows that he's the only person in the world Nicci would give for.
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