Robin lets go of the head-towel, but it's just so that he can put an arm around their shoulders and start guiding them out of the bathroom. The soggy blanket will likely remain forgotten until one of them tries to take a shower and finds a cold surprise at the bottom of the tub.

"We'll fix that, don't worry." He walks them past Vincent, who is sitting at the table and eating a bowl of something noodley, seemingly ignoring the both of them. Robin continues as if his friend isn't even there. "We'll go through Vincent's stuff, he should have some things you can wear."

"--I still live here, you know," says Vincent, the conversation suddenly and irritatingly relevant to his interests.

"Uh huh," Robin agrees pleasantly, not even slowing their journey back to the bedroom.