"Thank you," he mumbled, taking the coat from him.

Shrugging into it, he was amazingly grateful for an instant that he and Adam were relatively the same build. Mostly. The coat wouldn't quite close over his chest, when he pulled it close, trying to draw the lingering body heat it held into himself, but it was good enough. It was dry and warm, where he wasn't, and it was--hopefully--giving his body break enough from the cold to save him from death and rebirth from hypothermia.

He hadn't stopped shivering, though. Not just yet.