[ Rook pauses to look back at Armin, brows raising a little in surprise. ] I- oh.

[ He can feel heat in his cheeks, and a smile creeps into his expression, pleased despite himself. ] Good- I'm glad.

[ As he bends to tug on his boxer briefs and sweat pants, Rook looks out towards the overlook, shifting subjects. ] What'd I tell you? Nice view, huh? I mean, it's not quite as nice as the Whitetails up north but still. Nothing to sneeze at. Plus people don't really come up here, so it's quiet.