[He wobbles back to his feet and shuffles back to the doorway, holding the towel at about waist-level in some strange misplaced sense of modesty, one corner of his mouth barely upturned in a smile. He nods, and claims his clothes from Karamatsu, and the other corner follows suit, the smile small and fond as he looks down at the sweater.]
...a little. 'm tired, but sleeping can wait.
[Mostly dry, he steps out onto the mat in the small outer area of the bath, draping the towel over a basket in favor of climbing into his clothes. And it is a bit of a climb, but thank God for drawstring pants so he won't accidentally flash anyone trying to shuffle down a hallway at the hospital. The hoodie isn't specifically any warmer than what he'd been wearing, save for perhaps the worn soft lining, but something about wearing it dances comforting heat across his skin and he hugs it to himself, just a touch.]
...um. Thanks. I guess we ...should go, now, did you hear from Mom?
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...a little. 'm tired, but sleeping can wait.
[Mostly dry, he steps out onto the mat in the small outer area of the bath, draping the towel over a basket in favor of climbing into his clothes. And it is a bit of a climb, but thank God for drawstring pants so he won't accidentally flash anyone trying to shuffle down a hallway at the hospital. The hoodie isn't specifically any warmer than what he'd been wearing, save for perhaps the worn soft lining, but something about wearing it dances comforting heat across his skin and he hugs it to himself, just a touch.]
...um. Thanks. I guess we ...should go, now, did you hear from Mom?