The knock came hard enough to cut through sleep.
Xavier surfaced slowly, the room still dim, sheets tangled around his legs. Arlen reacted first, rolling slightly and then freezing as the memory caught up with her all at once. Hotel room. Xavier. No clothes anywhere near where they were supposed to be. Her eyes dropped, confirmed the obvious, and she sucked in a sharp breath. She didn't say anything. She just gathered whatever she could grab, moved fast, and disappeared into the bathroom, the door shutting a little harder than necessary.
Xavier sat up more slowly, ran a hand through his hair, and reached for the nearest pair of pants without thinking. He pulled them on, still half-asleep, and crossed the room to the door.
Rin's mouth opened, closed, then opened again. "What the hell—"
Xavier frowned. "What."
Rin didn't answer. His eyes dropped.
