It's almost comical how he's pouting. It looked like he might cry.

"I don't even have my toothbrush... It's all locked up," he muttered. Unlike some of his cohorts, Dal didn't keep his belongings with him while he worked. Everything he had fit into a duffle back and he kept that safely locked away in his room. His room, that he paid for and didn't have access to yet again.

He draped Gabriel's jacket over himself, nestling into the warmth of it. "I was gonna head to the shelter then the rain started." A veritable downpour! How anyone can drive in it, he had no idea.

"Did I wake you?"