( It's a subtle thing when he flinches under the clap of that hand against his shoulder, but Dimitri doesn't push Sylvain away, doesn't seem particularly concerned about the gesture beyond a curious blink. A hint at the thought that he's so unused to this type of closeness after so many years. But it feels... nice. Comforting to be able to feel the warm weight of a friend's touch. He'd... missed this.

It's easier now to nod, to offer a small hint of a smile in response. At least he hadn't been alone in the awkwardness of his arrival. )

Yes. ( He remembers the coolness of the tub against his bare skin, the scent of a sweet body wash and shampoo from bottles nearby. The moment of realization might have been comical to watch for someone else - his tall figure scrambling out of the tub, brandishing some squeaking duck toy as his own means of a weapon, and a hastily grabbed towel to cover himself. ) It was just me. Though the walk through the halls was less than ideal.

( Not having to work through the awkwardness of waking up beside a stranger is something he'd grateful for, though. To say nothing of how unsure he is of what his own reaction would be to such a thing.

He manages, softly, to say: ) You certainly have experience with such things, at least. ( Is he joking or scolding? )