Another tally to go on Stark's repertoire of murdering clothes; he shoves the soiled material out of the way with a foot and dries off. Maybe the jeans and t-shirt could be cleaned of the Hell-stink, but aside from the boots, he'll never wear any of that outfit again. In retrospect, it may have been a good idea to carry clean clothes with him, since when he emerges nude from the bathroom, the captive is awake. Oh, well; undoubtedly the dude has seen naked dudes before (given that he is one himself, sometimes) and the scars covering much of his torso and pretty much all of his arms undoubtedly draw notice quicker than anything below belt.
Stark does have a towel, but he's using it to scrub at the fried skin on his right forearm, reddish-black flakes falling to the shag carpet underneath. He stares at Winchester for a moment, then gives a single nod. "Welcome back."
Though he's not what anyone would call shy, this is slightly awkward, so Stark crosses to the bed whereupon all his belongings are piled and unearths a pair of relatively clean jeans, pulls them on. Then he pulls a duffel bag from under a pile of shiny killing toys and starts rooting through it, not offering any explanation for the moment. It'll be easier to answer questions once they've been asked.
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Date: 2013-04-06 11:17 pm (UTC)Stark does have a towel, but he's using it to scrub at the fried skin on his right forearm, reddish-black flakes falling to the shag carpet underneath. He stares at Winchester for a moment, then gives a single nod. "Welcome back."
Though he's not what anyone would call shy, this is slightly awkward, so Stark crosses to the bed whereupon all his belongings are piled and unearths a pair of relatively clean jeans, pulls them on. Then he pulls a duffel bag from under a pile of shiny killing toys and starts rooting through it, not offering any explanation for the moment. It'll be easier to answer questions once they've been asked.