[From Dylas' point of view, it sort of feels like Reinhardt is putting the blanket back on him and guiding him into the camper like he's still in his other form. He has a lot of issues with that form. The only reason he called it out in the first place is because he considers Reinhardt to be one of his close friends, even if they haven't seen much of each other.
Once he's inside, he stands around awkwardly, taking a look around. It feels a little cramped, so he can only imagine how it feels for this guy. He holds onto the blanket while Reinhardt fetches a shirt for him. Wearing someone's shirt out of this place...why does that feel so weird.
Stubborn ass that he is, he takes the couch before Reinhardt can even suggest taking it for himself. He's not about to put Reinhardt out over him, even if his back is kind of sore after carrying that massive weight.]
I'm fine right here. It's your bed, right? Besides...it'll be, uh...more comfortable for me here.
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Once he's inside, he stands around awkwardly, taking a look around. It feels a little cramped, so he can only imagine how it feels for this guy. He holds onto the blanket while Reinhardt fetches a shirt for him. Wearing someone's shirt out of this place...why does that feel so weird.
Stubborn ass that he is, he takes the couch before Reinhardt can even suggest taking it for himself. He's not about to put Reinhardt out over him, even if his back is kind of sore after carrying that massive weight.]
I'm fine right here. It's your bed, right? Besides...it'll be, uh...more comfortable for me here.