[ He'd recognize that sportsbra anywhere. Okay, not really, that's totally a joke, but the point is for a second he can't quite believe what he's seeing through the steam and fog and the passing bodies traveling between them, and he has to double take, leaning backward, squinting, silently willing the herd of people to move already so he can be sure.
As soon as the path between them is clear he gets a good look, and opens his mouth to call for her. Then snaps it closed with a downward glance, because he realizes he's naked as hell and wouldn't that be super weird? With a frustrated grimace he searches frantically, quickly, for some form of modesty. The best thing he can find looks like the world's smallest towel or the world's largest wash cloth, it's probably like a hand or hair towel or something, but screw it, what is dignity right?
With two hands firmly holding that up over his junk he ducks through people, calling out a sharp: ]
truth
As soon as the path between them is clear he gets a good look, and opens his mouth to call for her. Then snaps it closed with a downward glance, because he realizes he's naked as hell and wouldn't that be super weird? With a frustrated grimace he searches frantically, quickly, for some form of modesty. The best thing he can find looks like the world's smallest towel or the world's largest wash cloth, it's probably like a hand or hair towel or something, but screw it, what is dignity right?
With two hands firmly holding that up over his junk he ducks through people, calling out a sharp: ]
Reyes!