FDR rolls his eyes at Dean's comment, but doesn't bother to say anything about it as he follows him back out into the room.

And god, how much second hand embarrassment is he going to feel because of this duplicated douche?

"I say we call him number two." He offers, yes he totally means it in the most euphemistic way, slapping Dean on the shoulder as he wordlessly disappears out of the front door only to come back a few minutes later with his small overnight suitcase of clothing and other toiletries. Yeah, duffel bags are for camping trips.

"Okay, lose the leather."