[He grasps for the handle of the linen cupboard, pulling it open and trying to find a towel to dry his hair with. He ends up pulling all the spare sheets and blankets out, some falling out of their crisp folds and lying shapelessly at his feet.]
...yes.
[He picks up a pillowcase with his odd, finicky two-fingered grip, beginning to pat his sopping strands with it.]
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[He grasps for the handle of the linen cupboard, pulling it open and trying to find a towel to dry his hair with. He ends up pulling all the spare sheets and blankets out, some falling out of their crisp folds and lying shapelessly at his feet.]
...yes.
[He picks up a pillowcase with his odd, finicky two-fingered grip, beginning to pat his sopping strands with it.]