Billy looks up just as Robin joins him, grinning at her arrival. "Buckley, and friend canine. Don't remember your name." Was he even told Little Bear's name? He doesn't remember. It's not terribly important at the moment. "You're sounding better, Buckley."

He holds up the jacket after unwrapping it, taking in the colors and his name embroidered in that fancy cursive script. The blond seems floored by this gift, and lays it in his lap to run hands over the fabric. "I... I didn't have one."

Billy's throat bobs as he swallows hard.

"My d... Neil never bought one. Didn't think it was worthwhile to get one for the money they cost." His hands skim over the basketball patch, then back his name. "I wanted one. The only thing of that shitty school that I thought was actually kinda cool. And," he starts with emphasis. "It would have had my name on it. I guess the aliens have a way of knowing what he want."

Camaro, surboard, and now his very own letterman jacket.

There's a passing moment where he wonders what Tommy would look like in it.