Rae doubts he is going to freeze to death, at least not if he just stays inside during most of the winter. He sighs a bit. He has tried for years to put on more weight, so he didn't seem so.. small and fragile, but little has it actually helped. Damn metabolism. "I know," he mumbles as a reply. He is well aware that Chris has been trying, and he appreciates the gesture, even if it hasn't helped much in the end. Maybe he should just stay in bed for the next couple of months, cuddled up between furs and pelts.