[He takes the cloak and mask dumbly, silent but oddly appreciative of being given a task, even if that task is "coathanger". He actually shifts the coat around so it drapes, folded, over his shoulders, and even then it nearly drags on the floor. He's cold, though, so even if Reaper didn't have any body heat to warm it with the extra layer can't hurt. The mask he just sort of hugs to himself in an oddly familiar way, stooping to pick up his gauntlets and set them on a table in the entryway.]
[He doesn't say anything, but points and then walks to the living room, pausing just before the door both to let Reaper go first and because he's still shaken all to hell at the fact that his brother is in a damn coma. This shouldn't be freaking him out as badly as it is, and he wants to figure out how to settle, but he's reminded of Eluvio, and he's reminded that death is permanent, here, and that this isn't just a gag skit that they'll wake up from when the punchline is through.]
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[He doesn't say anything, but points and then walks to the living room, pausing just before the door both to let Reaper go first and because he's still shaken all to hell at the fact that his brother is in a damn coma. This shouldn't be freaking him out as badly as it is, and he wants to figure out how to settle, but he's reminded of Eluvio, and he's reminded that death is permanent, here, and that this isn't just a gag skit that they'll wake up from when the punchline is through.]