[Honey]

He easily could have done without the staring, but as the other seemed so oblivious to the fact that he was being rescued by a storm such as that he figured that it would not matter. What did matter, however, was the fact they were both dripping wet, the stranger more than himself, and for the sake of his floors, the boy worried.

Battening down the shutters and the windows he took a once over of the man, finding him completely bare--much to his chagrin--and so pale he would have assumed he'd never seen the sun, but took the step of holding out a hand to signal to the other to remain where he was. "Stay," He made eye contact in hope that the other could understand him, and when he was self satisfied that he thought he got his message across he left the strange man to scrounge up a few towels.