Guy had had more than enough abuse and disappointment for one day-- and it was still pretty early in the morning-- only about 8:00, since Jason and Sven were just getting back from their morning jog. One way or another, he was getting into the build and, for God's sake! getting something done about the throbbing in his foot!
"P-please, I'm here visiting my uncle Guy, but I left my key in his apartment and he's off doing his personal trainer thing with a client all the way across town and I don't know his cell phone number and I've hurt my foot..." he let his rushed story trail off with a barely suppressed and, to Guy's humiliation, all too real, sob. Heck, an upset kid always got to him, why should it be any different for his Nordic neighbors?
It wasn't. He could practically see them melt before his eyes. So, there were some advantages to this form he was stuck in. Still, Guy had to find some way to make certain it wasn't permanent.
"Well, we can't let him go around bleeding and barefoot, can we, Sven?" asked Jason.
"No, of course not," replied Sven. "Come, you can stay in our apartment until Guy gets home."
The two blond giants led Guy upstairs to their apartment-- tantalizingly close to his own-- and had him perch on the edge of the bathtub. From his seat Guy had a good view of the pair's bedroom, and lone, queen-sized bed.
"First we will get your foot patched up," explained Jason. "Then some breakfast-- have you eaten? I didn't think so-- and you certainly look underfed. Then, I am afraid, Sven and I have a photo-shoot to go to. You could come with us or wait for your Uncle to come home.
"Now, let's see that foot!"