[Honey]

The other had not spoken a single word, and thus far it was fine with him, but he was truly unsure if he should have invited the man into his home or not. Dropping the towel he used on the other to the floor, and using his foot he began sopping up the remnants of the storm while he could begin to feel the cling of his shirt to his soaked chest.

"What is your name, and why were you out in the storm like that?" Picking up the towel he found his floor to be dry enough, and he used what dry part he could find to dry himself as best he could. "This isn't just a misting, it's worse then that."