[Break, the bare minimum acknowledgement that feelings are real and people have them is not sentimental. God. Reim comes back from his dressing corner with the bathrobe folded over his arm, and since he's a good person he'll grab Break's discarded towel, too. Huff.]

I know you can still see what a travesty you've just put on! [hideous!!] As soon as our own clothes are washed, you're going to change back.

[Wear those party duds forever, thanks... none of this. But yes, he marches back out of this clothes zone without any other protests. This is it.]