"Detective, you're going to get cold. Please wear a jacket." Nines said, grabbing one of your coats off the hook. You didn't want to wear a jacket—You didn't think it was that cold.

"Nines, leave me alone." You grumbled,getting your stuff together. You were about to head to the police station.

And eventually, you started freezing your ass off in your car. The heater was broken. Shit.

Nines got into the passenger seat, and seeing you were cold, he took off his jacket and gave it to you.