[ Ah yes, Bilbo does realize that Thorin is quite... purposeful. Every word measured, every nuance of expression controlled; the conscious decision behind Thorin's every motion is something Bilbo has marveled over – and more commonly, frustrated over. So no, it's not truly nonsensical. It's simply easier to brush it off as just another ridiculous, dwarven decision, rather than to analyze it, nitpick it, and wonder what thoughts would have driven Thorin to shed his own coat for him. Even if Bilbo had shivered and – inwardly groaning right about now – complained, Bilbo thinks Thorin, who never settles for the easy route, would have toiled over finding another blanket, rather than immediately surrender his coat. So why had Thorin settled? What reason had pushed him to sacrifice his own comfort for Bilbo's?
Thorin brushes by then and Bilbo exhales a sigh as he releases the thought with it, gaze falling on the boulder they'd sat against last night. They—oh yes, that's right? He vaguely remembers that. Without much thought, he straightens his spine and rolls his shoulders back, his body seemingly recalling the rigidity of stone. They'd talked, he's certain they must have, but he can't remember the words themselves – which is, honestly, probably for the best, because he isn't exactly gifted in maintaining intelligent chatter with a belly full of ale. He does remember... pipeweed? Yes, Thorin had been smoking and Bilbo had reached over to... take his pipe? No, that's not it. But he had reached over. To... to... – pat his arm...?
Frowning, he's abruptly snapped out of it and he turns to look to Thorin, only feeling the slightest bit woozy from the motion. Huh. Oh. Yes, his things. ] ...It's best to assume I don't remember much of anything from last night. [ Sounding the slightest bit put out by that, he glances, rather morosely, toward the center of camp, where there's still too many barely rousing bodies to navigate through. He would have dropped his pack somewhere on the outer rim, but even though such a decision would have been made long before indulging around the campfire, even that's fuzzy enough that recalling precisely where is difficult.
Ah well. It will not have gone missing. He simply needs to— ] I should go about finding it. [ Besides, Thorin probably has more important things to be doing right now anyway, other than being apologized to, thanked and reprimanded, all in the span of two minutes. ] With some luck, my pack won't be under someone. [ Here, he does laugh quietly at his own trivial joking though, smiling over to Thorin. ]
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Thorin brushes by then and Bilbo exhales a sigh as he releases the thought with it, gaze falling on the boulder they'd sat against last night. They—oh yes, that's right? He vaguely remembers that. Without much thought, he straightens his spine and rolls his shoulders back, his body seemingly recalling the rigidity of stone. They'd talked, he's certain they must have, but he can't remember the words themselves – which is, honestly, probably for the best, because he isn't exactly gifted in maintaining intelligent chatter with a belly full of ale. He does remember... pipeweed? Yes, Thorin had been smoking and Bilbo had reached over to... take his pipe? No, that's not it. But he had reached over. To... to... – pat his arm...?
Frowning, he's abruptly snapped out of it and he turns to look to Thorin, only feeling the slightest bit woozy from the motion. Huh. Oh. Yes, his things. ] ...It's best to assume I don't remember much of anything from last night. [ Sounding the slightest bit put out by that, he glances, rather morosely, toward the center of camp, where there's still too many barely rousing bodies to navigate through. He would have dropped his pack somewhere on the outer rim, but even though such a decision would have been made long before indulging around the campfire, even that's fuzzy enough that recalling precisely where is difficult.
Ah well. It will not have gone missing. He simply needs to— ] I should go about finding it. [ Besides, Thorin probably has more important things to be doing right now anyway, other than being apologized to, thanked and reprimanded, all in the span of two minutes. ] With some luck, my pack won't be under someone. [ Here, he does laugh quietly at his own trivial joking though, smiling over to Thorin. ]