Yeah. Someone pointed me there when I came in from the forest. [ Quentin stays close to him as they move down the walk, close to his shoulder and tipped in. Close. His sense of personal boundaries is starting to get a little wobbly in general, but even moreso with Dwight. His friend Dwight, his mentor Dwight, his only sign that this isn't some really intense dream or hell, that there's a way out of the Fog--Dwight. 

[ Quentin hugs him again while they walk, just for a few enthusiastic seconds. ] Fuck. Dwight, we made it out. We made it out. Where have you been, when--I mean, did you just get here?