Pant legs rolled up to just beneath his knees, they're damp from sloshing around in the shallows and layered with sand from strolling along the dunes. If anything the beach is the most freeing place in this pathetic dome, simulated as it may be. He's poetically unshaven and slightly messy in appearance, and when he lays eyes on Aidan it's over the rim of his glasses.
He hasn't heard the wondrous news yet.] Don't you look like shit.