Wear it. [Remembering himself, at least for a second, Giles adds in a tone a bit more like himself:] Please. I, um, I h-haven't been wandering about without a coat all day. [He manages to look up at Helios long enough for an affectionate, if wan smile, before even that is too much and he looks down at the ground again.] And I, I-I haven't just been a guest of, of the Malnosso.

[Besides, Giles is dead, after all. How much worse off can he get?

No, Helios, it isn't you. It's him. It's always his fault. He sees that now.]

I know you probably can't feel it, Helios, but I know you can still freeze.

[He turns towards Helios just so he can take hold of the other's good hand and press the sleeve of the jacket into it. And then he feels the other's skin.

And then he stops.]

...o-oh.