“That might be difficult. There’s a lot of me.” And Wolfgang is legendarily clumsy; they try their hardest but they’re all sharp elbows and knees and still not quite believing in their own size. It’s like they think they’re still twelve.
Still, they follow him inside, unperturbed by the state of the place. They've lived in similar and in worse; they're the last person to judge anyone else's place of living. Or anyone's life in general. They never have, they won't start now.