Yuya hooks his arm around Strange's, then pauses and glances between him and Rita. If she weren't here, he probably wouldn't think twice about Strange's bare ass... but she is, so he shifts his jacket off and awkwardly holds it out while he continues to balance one side of Strange.

"I have this if no one can get a sheet now." It'll at least cover his hips, because how many sheets were brought in lieu of sleeping bags by the carnival? He looks back up to Lambert, waiting for his cue.