[He doesn't take long at all, no, and with the storm so bad outside and the fact that they are stocked up, it's clear he can afford to wear something a little more comfortable, so he goes for the softer clothes he tends to lounge around in and sleep in.]
[When he exits his room, he's quiet-- just looking at Keith for a moment, watching him with the wolf and feeling that same soft fondness he felt earlier today, watching them together, getting to spend time with her, too. It feels like it was ages ago now, though in reality it wasn't that long ago before this entire evening went in the opposite direction of what he expected.He looks at Keith and just... lets himself look for a moment. It's strange, to think that even now there are things about him he can't guess, despite how well he's known him since they've become friends. In this moment, he has no idea what Keith could be thinking about.]
[He walks over to them, reaching over to run his hand down wolfie's back, petting her gently once as he moves to take a seat on the couch beside Keith, too. He pushes the blankets out of the way, but not before unfurling one to toss over Keith's shoulders.]
That wind took all the heat with it. [That's his excuse and he's sticking to it. It is chillier in this main room now, that kind of dampness from the storm outside sneaking in through the walls and roof of their cabin. Nothing leaking, but certainly it's impossible to ignore that they're in the middle of a massive storm.]