[ Amos blinks, a little slow and drawn out like a cat, as Matt poses a very obvious question — at which point he is moving to take off his coat. ]

Shit. Yeah, sorry. It's fuckin' winter too, you'll probably want— [ he is freeing his other arm from the second sleeve now— ] to take this, huh.

[ And he is handing his coat over to Matt... blinks again, his eyes drifting downwards. And he hisses through his teeth. ]

Fuck, I don't think I can help you in the pants department. Not unless you... you can tie my shirt around your waist? Would that help?

[ Should he take off his long-sleeved shirt, too?? He can handle being cold and shirtless out in Highstorm for a little bit, he figures. Better than letting a freshly woken up Matt trundle through winter weather with borderline nothing. ]