"It's fine," Gleb says with a quick shake of his head and a small smile, admittedly a little grateful when she keeps the jacket. It's cold, yes, but he can manage. A drink will almost certainly warm him up some, and besides, after he hadn't particularly thought through not just offering it to her but setting it on her shoulders, it seems like it might be an odd thing to have to put back on. There's enough strangeness between him and Anya as it is without him doing anything foolish to add to it. This could easily have fit that description, but instead, it doesn't seem to.

The downside, of course, is that he likes seeing her in his coat far more than he should, but he can set that aside for now. She'll be warmer; that's all that matters. Anything else is just an unintended side effect of sorts, and ought to be ignored without too much trouble. After all, that's the last thing she needs from him. It doesn't matter that she didn't see the way he all but fell apart after aiming a gun at her and attempting to follow through. He's still shown enough of his hand as it is, or so it seems to him, feelings that he should never have developed in the first place and has no interest or need to burden her with now.

Paying the man at the counter, he takes his drink, stepping aside and waiting for Anya to join him so they don't hold up the line. It's far more than he would ever have imagined he would pay for such a simple drink, but then, it isn't as if he's needed the money this place allotted him for much else since he got here. "I guess I'd better drink this quickly," he says, half-joking in earnest this time. "I don't have very long to try to do that catching up."