There's a fleeting moment wherein Warsman thinks he might just have made a breakthrough of some sort, catching sight of something close to a smile just about tugging at the corner of Sasuke's mouth- but then it melts away as quickly as the snow on the hallway carpet and he's back to the baseline.

"I see..." Warsman hesitates, clasping both hands together around his own mug. Privately he's grateful to have something to hold when he'd ordinarily be twisting his fingers round and around each other so that he'd have somewhere to channel his nervous energy. He doesn't need to be able to read Sasuke's body language- a good thing to, when it's locked down tighter than Fort Knox- to know that he's probably feeling unsettled enough without picking up on his host's...

He looks up abruptly- Sasuke's speaking again, and this time it's about something that catches him off guard. "It's okay. I could always find you another pair," he answers, his entire frame seeming to soften under the gentle weight of his tone. "I wouldn't want you to go cold for the rest of the winter."

But it's not really the practicality that matters, is it? It's the fact that they were a present- at least, that's what would bother Warsman. He watches Sasuke curiously for a moment, trying to work out if the feeling is mutual. He's not sure that he had him down as a sentimental person, but he's had a sneaking suspicion for a while now that he might be sensitive enough under the stoicism.