[ Rau isn't mistaken. The moment Rau's warmth fades and cool air envelopes Gil, he furrows his brows in an unhappy little frown. It's a reaction he'd have no trouble suppressing if needed be, but there's no reason to put on too much of an act around Rau. Rau dropped the literal mask, so Gil will drop the metaphorical one in turn.
With a little groan, he sits up as well and smoothes his tangled hair out of his face. His frown deepens. He's got a brush in a desk compartment, maybe he should make a pitstop there.
Gil doesn't really like looking messy, nor does he want to put on his old clothes before washing himself, but... on the offchance of meeting the soul of Patrick Zala, it's better to not walk to the door naked. Time to fish his underwear off the floor and at least put on the lower half of his outfit.
Finding Rau's undershirt on his side of the couch, he tosses it over. ]
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With a little groan, he sits up as well and smoothes his tangled hair out of his face. His frown deepens. He's got a brush in a desk compartment, maybe he should make a pitstop there.
Gil doesn't really like looking messy, nor does he want to put on his old clothes before washing himself, but... on the offchance of meeting the soul of Patrick Zala, it's better to not walk to the door naked. Time to fish his underwear off the floor and at least put on the lower half of his outfit.
Finding Rau's undershirt on his side of the couch, he tosses it over. ]
Catch.