"Overthinking. It's just gear straps. It all gets shrugged on and clasped. Here, let me help," he nodded, folding his hair towel over in his hands and setting it on the back of the couch before closing the space between them. Pulling the straps and belts off, the Titan turned everything around and shook it out, the lined taking on a more visibly torso-wrap shape, which he then hung over Aoba's shoulders and cinched around his chest and waist. After that it was the satchels and coat, boots, gloves and helmet. Naturally it all fit like a glove, but it needed to be comfortable for Aoba.

"Alright, how's that? Get a look at yourself?" he smiled encouragingly, gesturing to the bedroom where a tall dress mirror sat on one wall.