Lindsey put the present down for a second on the counter that separated his kitchen from the living room. It was a nice place, a lot like he'd had in L.A., actually--which worried him. How would the City know that?
He opened a cupboard and grabbed coffee, making a pot while Zee got herself acclimated.
There was a couch and an arm chair in the living room, and bar stools at the kitchen counter, which was more of a bar, the way it was set up. She could have her pick.
"So you doin' okay?" he asked, once the coffee was brewing. He picked the present back up, smiled again, fleetingly, and opened it up.
Inside the box, there was a flannel shirt. But a thick one, with quilted lining. More like a jacket. It was plaid, but not obnoxious lumberjack plaid. And it felt like it'd be warm. "This is much too nice of you," Lindsey said. He put the box down and gave her a better smile. "Thank you."
Even though it was Christmas time, there was nothing in Lindsey's apartment that indicated that. It looked like any time of year. The far wall had swords hanging on it.
The funny thing was that Lindsey hadn't put them there.