Like his birthday, Winter is careful in his unwrapping, not tearing the paper at all, finding the tapes seams and plucking them deftly up instead. Then he sets it aside and holds up the sweater.

"I do get cold," he agrees in a faint voice. It's very soft. He likes soft things (as evidenced by, y'know, liking Rue's feathers so much). And he's pretty much always in long sleeves except when on campus, thanks to the metal arm. So he has a lot of things like this.

He kind of hugs it up against his chest. "Thank you."