A portkey sounded painful, but not more painful than walking - well being dragged - to the shack. Nodding, he relaxed a bit. 'I'd appreciate that,' he said tiredly. 'I know I'm stubborn, but well...you'd do the same for me I'm sure. I would for you.' He didn't have that many friends that really knew him, that he trusted. He needed to take care of those he had.
Knowing that he was going to go made him relax enough to start to think. 'I'll probably need clothes,' he said, though that much was obvious. He couldn't go naked. 'I'll try to get dressed while you're getting the portkey,' he then said. 'And I have one for emergencies in the living room. In the left drawer of the desk.'
So that was not completely legal, but it wasn't that big of a deal, right?