Krem's expression tightens at the suggestion. Regardless of how sensible it is, it isn't going to help the crippling distress that comes with being unable to hide himself from himself. He doesn't let Sam know this, of course, hoping to waylay the fussing.

"No, just the socks. I'd beg a pair of yours off you, but I'm pretty sure your feet are almost twice the size of mine." He snorts and bumps his arm against Sam's before pulling his hands back under his blanket, pulling his legs up close to his body and sandwiching his hands between them.