"Hi." He hesitates in the threshold for some time, looking like he might turn and bolt like a startled deer.

But then he moves, shuffling in, and sits down on a chair. Wolfgang pulls his legs up to his chest, feet balanced on the edge of the seat, the same posture his dream-self had, but this isn't new, either. He never just sits down like a normal person.

He rubs at his face like he can wipe the sleepiness away. "Sorry," he says, which... yes, that's how he's going to begin.