As long as water isn't poured over Grey's head. He nods. Warm water and Rat sounds good.

He shrugs off his jacket and holds it out in front of himself.

The memory of when he got it is sharp in his mind: a source of pride. It hadn't been clean then, either, but he didn't know better.

Moving to Rat's window, he pushes it open, and wedges the coat in the window, but outside so that it doesn't smell up the room.