[Scene: Mamoru's apartment complex. They pull up outside Mamoru's apartment complex. Zoi is still a gruesome sight, with blood drying in dark streaks on his neck and t-shirt. Mamoru is wearing his bomber jacket zipped all the way up to cover the fact he's shirtless.]

Mamoru: You still ok

Zoi: Yeah.

Mamrou: What happened? It looked like you made a sharp turn and hit the guardrail head on.

Zoi: A cute little squirrel darted in front of the bike and I swerved to avoid it.

Mamoru: Oh. Next time, don't swerve.

Zoi: I couldn't help it. It ran right for my wheels, all small and fluffy with the sweetest little brown eyes.

Mamoru: [sighs] I'm going to have to teach you how to bunny hop your bike when you get a lot better.

[They get out, and take the stairs to Mamoru's apartment.]

Mamoru: [unlocking the door and peeks his head in] AUNT SUE…?…

[He sees a note on the kitchen island]

Mamoru: Good. She's not home…this would be hard to explain…Let's find you something a little less macabre to wear.

[He opens the door and they enter. Mamoru reads the note, then goes into his room. Zoi goes to the kitchen sink and starts washing up as best he can.]

[Mamoru emerges from his room wearing a fresh change of clothes and holding a half filled laundry basket.]

Mamoru: The sink is not going to cut it. You'd better hop in the shower while I go to the laundryroom and do some wash… I laid out some fresh towels and a change of clothing… I'll be down in the laundry room and Aunt Sue won't be back until tonight so you'll have the place to yourself for the next hour or so.

[Zoi goes into the bathroom and strips down to his briefs and hands each article of clothing to Mamoru through the door.]

Mamoru: Where's the rest of it?

[The thought of slipping off his tighty-whiteys and handing them to Mamoru makes Zoi uncomfortable. Especially since Mamoru doesn't seem uncomfortable about it in the slightest.]

Zoi: I'm perfectly capable of washing my own underpants.

Mamoru: I don't want you catching cold by wearing wet underwear.

Zoi: [giggles] As a future man of medicine, you should know that's an old wives tale.

Mamoru: As a future man of medicine, I fully believe a chill might compromise your immune system.

Zoi: I'll take my chances.

Mamoru: And dry your hair. The hairdryer is on my dresser. You're not going outside with wet hair.

Zoi: Yes, grandma.

[Mamoru starts to walk away and Zoi reaches for his wallet]

Zoi: Wait. Let me give you some money for the machine.

Mamoru: Don't worry about it. I just hope nobody calls 911 on me while I'm scrubbing out all your bloodstains with hydrogen peroxide… By the way, I'm going to disconnect your foot brake tonight.

[Zoi closes the door and washes up as best he can, worrying the whole time that the blood might vanish from his clothing before Mamoru reaches the laundryroom. It seems to remain as long as it is in close proximity of his body, but doesn't even darken the bottom of the tub.]

[He dries off and picks up the track suit Mamoru laid out for him, wrinkles his nose at it, and immediately sets it back down. It's by far the ugliest thing he's ever seen-light gray with a clownish pink and turquoise applique abstract pattern in it. He has half a mind to call Mamoru up to tell him that just because there's something on the clearance rack in his size, doesn't mean he has to buy it.]

He drapes a huge towel around himself and looks for the hairdryer. Mamoru's room is tidy, but small and cramped, so he sits on Mamoru's bed as he dries his hair.]

[Zoi has a lot of hair and it's very thick and hard to comb, so he is still working on it when Mamoru returns an hour later.]

Mamoru: [Through the door] I'm back, are you decent?

Zoi: [still drying his hair] Sure.

[Mamoru comes in with a clean basket of neatly folded laundry]

Mamoru: I got out all the blood out. You're right. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was, but old Mrs. Parker in 44B now thinks I'm a serial kill-

[Mamoru stops talking in midsentence. Zoi looks over and Mamoru is just standing there staring at Zoi with a blush on his cheeks. His eyes dart from Zoi's face to his legs and back again.]

Zoi: [turns off the dryer and narrows his eyes] What's wrong?

Mamoru: I-I shouldn't be in here with you.

Zoi: [giggles] Why? You've seen me wearing a lot less than this before.

Mamoru: Yes…but…not with your hair down…

[Zoi is feeling uncomfortable at the way Mamoru is staring at him]

Mamoru: …At least not off life support.

[Zoi is feeling even more uncomfortable]

[Mamoru sets the basket on the bed and backs away]

Mamoru: I'll be outside. In the van. No rush. Lock up when you're finished.

[A short time later: They are silent as Mamoru drives Zoi home.]

Mamoru: Are you going to tell Kunzite about this.

[Zoi lets out a worried sigh]

Zoi: I think I have to.

Mamoru: Oh…

[They ride in silence for a while]

Zoi: Are you going to tell Usagi?

Mamoru: Why would I tell Usagi you'd been in a bike accident?