He lifts himself down into the water, folding his towel and laying it on the patio behind him. He groans happily as the warm water comes up around him, sighing and sinking down to his neck before he even thinks about saying anything. He's going to enjoy this heat for a few minutes instead of dredging up the weird dream that the past twelve hours have been for him.

Eventually though, he clears his throat and murmurs, "It was... difficult. I hope yours was better then mine."