You’re walking towards the bedroom, wondering what's taking him so long. ‘Grabbing some towels shouldn't take this much time’ you think to yourself. As you approach, you see him standing in front of the wardrobe, his head hangs low as he stares at the pair of tiny little socks in his palm. He doesn't even realize that you're there, he doesn't even blink. You don't dare to say anything but the floor creaks under your weight and he looks up at you.

His voice is quiet and hoarse. "What are these?"