<strong>A simple little motel on the northern end of Seattle. A seedy place, where one might hideout with a bit of cash and a Fake ID that doesn't get a second glance. The motel is clearly 'that' sort of motel, and while it's kept clean enough, it's likely for individuals to hear their neighbors.<br/><br/>Within one of the rooms, two supers have holed up for a while.<br/></strong><br/>Eric, ever the knight in shining armor, realized his faux pas   immediately. His improved reaction time got the towel off the rack, but   did not save him from the fall. He hit the floor and the dull pain from   the gravel and bruises on his back shot back and brought a cry of pain.   Once he was able to think, he quickly changed the shade of his eyes to   look like cataracts and switched his vision to infrared long enough to   move the curtain away and put the towel over her.<br/><br/><em>"Sorry, I   went out, that was stupid. I should have said something. I just, thought   you needed to have some time for yourself, and I wanted to get you   something to wear. I've never traveled with someone else before and I   just... I was worried about you,"</em>he was stuttering. A lot of girls would probably find it cute, at least, if they hadn't been in this situation.<br/><br/>He   helped her get her balance with his eyes closed and then doubled over   onto the toilet. He switched the shower off, no need to get water   everywhere and have them slip around again. His brain never shut off...<br/><br/><em>"I... ow... very much ow..."</em>She could probably tell he was about to ramble another apology if the pain hadn't gotten to him.