Ema, don't encourage him to break his fingers- though I suppose she has a point, we might as well go see what we're in for. Maybe we'll be lucky and won't need to... what was it? Hulk out? [Americans.]

[anything else he had to say was smothered by Jake's coat in his face- not a surprising method of handing something over by any means. why pass something when you can just throw it over the person.]

It's not- [Still muffled, have a long suffering huff but okay he's got it off now, excellent.] It's not my fault, there's no bloody way I was going to keep that sweater. [fucking inappropriate christmas sweater he sort of destroyed for spare cloth. he puts the coat on, probably looking absolutely ridiculous because he doesn't have the shoulders of ten quarterbacks. hey, it's warm though, score. his gratitude is sincere.] Thank you very much, Jake.