Reid's coat was fitted to him, a solid, bright blue-green exterior with a hood lined in a canary-yellow tone, and gloves whose fingers were striped in different, bright colors. He'd brought up three trunks and tossed them into the back, smiling at Terry as he approached with his own. He shrugged, taking Terry's bags and setting them in alongside his own. "Yeah, I guess I do." He laughed. "All my half-finished art, my supplies, and some warm clothes in case it gets cool at night. You sure you got everything you need?" That Terry didn't have much with him concerned Reid. He might become restless, bored, have little to do. Perhaps the outside would become boring to him, or his house would grow tired.