“Let’s just head to bed now, tomorrow I’ll get you what you need.” Kevin slipped out of his clothes and approached the sofa, laying down on his back. “Take the bed. You need to some rest.” They both needed well deserved rest after a day like that, but Kevin was unsure if he wanted to drift off to sleep with 32 in the same room. While he trusted the guy enough to turn his back on him, being asleep together was stretching it. Waking up in a cell, strapped to a metallic chair with countless needles sticking into his skin wasn’t a tempting thought. Either way, the hours passed and as it was when the sun eventually started to rise, he was still alive and well in the motel bedroom. “Good morning.” The man stretched with a yawn. Looks like they both survived the night and a bad outcome seemed like nothing but a paranoid thought. 

Kevin jumped up form the sofa and slipped into a pair of jeans and the shirt he had worn the day before. It would do for the errands he was about to run. “I’ll be right back.” He scratched the back of his head, yawning once more. “I’ll get you some clothes and breakfast. Try not to blow up the room while I’m gone.” Kevin winked and headed out the door. His trip wouldn’t take very long as he quickly slipped into the first best clothing store he saw and bought a set of three of everything needed. Pants, underwear, socks, t-shirts and shirts all medium sized for 32’s frame. While he was at it, he passed a restaurant and bought some breakfast and finally headed back to the motel room, dropping the bags on the floor and placed the paper bag with breakfast on the bedside table. “Still alive?” He chuckled.