Stan didn't have to speak Spanish to understand most of what Octane said when they stepped out into the cold together, he had a jacket on himself and he still felt the bite of the cold, but there was Octane in nothing more than a towel, "Hey slow down!" He grumbled as Octane practically dragged him down the lane after him.
Thankfully it was not too far a trip to be dragged along, before they were inside the house that Octane had claimed for himself. It was strange to be in someone else's home. He hadn't actually been to any of the other homes since he'd arrived, feeling quite happy to stay with the Losers and no where else since he'd shown up naked and alone that night months ago now.
But there he was now, inside Octane's place, and it seemed that after getting dressed showing off his bathroom seemed to be the next most pressing issue on Octane's mind. "Yes sure, I see you've got one - still doesn't explain any of this." He said with a sigh shaking his head and rubbing two fingers at his temple trying to will away what he felt was the start of a headache building up behind his eyes.
"So what are we going to do about this? Because as fun," he said the word doubtfully, like he was entirely unconvinced of the truth of it despite using it himself, " this morning has been, it's not really how I like to start my days." Bev would be getting up soon too, and Richie and Eddie and here he was in some other person's house and not with them where he was supposed to be.