His cane clattered to the ground as she bumped into him, he hadn't even had the chance to get a good look at her without her shirt as she grabbed onto his upper arm for balance. This whole thing sent him out of balance, and his left hand pressed against the wall in an attempt to keep his ass upright. "Jesus, fucking crazy, watch it," he said to her with a bit of panic in his voice while his right leg hobbled a bit. It was not ideal, but at least no extra pain shot through him, and soon he was able to bend back over to pick up his cane.<br/><br/>Then he got a good look at her, the towel was hanging loosely as his eyes paused on the nude colored bra that held her breasts in place. It was an unexpected choice, though he was unsure why, Mark knew very little about bras and comfort, and assumed women wanted to look sexy all the time. Of course it wasn't like things were all bad, the bra still showed some cleavage and did an excellent job of holding her breasts upright. Her bra too was wet though and he imagined it couldn't be very comfortable.<br/><br/>He briefly saw the flicker on her face, she was in nothing but her bra and panties, the same as a bathing suit, so in his eyes it was nothing to be too embarrassed about. Of course he did imagine it was quite the blow to her ego to have to ask him for help though. She grabbed his bicep, it was light and did nothing to move him, her words were not spoken with the same authority she had presented earlier.<br/><br/>"No," came his simple answer, "you are still wet, and I imagine cold. You should finish drying off and getting out of those clothes. At the very least toss some of mine on and throw yours in the dryer." It was then that he moved out of her way and turned to walk across the hall to his bedroom. There were definitely clothes on the floor, and about ten or so empty beer cans, but in his short wooden dresser there were clean sweatpants and in his closet a few hoodies to include some from the SuperBowl victory. His bed was a bit ruffled, with a  green comforter half made and just a plain white fitted sheet and a single pillow with no cover. At least there were no beer stains on it, and no clothes at the moment.