Nem was there, staring at the two of them, Lottie was already babbling away, Deimos was half frozen, half still trying to figure out a way to leave. The most primal part of his brain told him that he hadn't yet moved so maybe Nemesis hadn't seen him. Maybe he could still get away unscathed.
Of course, it already being bad didn't stop anything from getting worse.
What Lottie was thinking was completely beyond him. Why she was standing up baffled him to the point that he couldn't even say anything to stop her as she went. The fall to the floor and the subsequent removal of the sheets, blanket and duvet from his naked form had him quickly breaking out of his pose and scrambling to grasp onto the disappearing covers to no avail.
He was naked, one sister on the floor and the other at the doorway staring at him. Deimos wasn't so much embarrassed about the nudity itself, more the nudity mixed with the fact that he was in a bed he shouldn't be in doing things in it he shouldn't have been doing in somebody else's bed. And Lottie - bless her heart - was making everything worse.
Deimos sat up quickly and faced away from Nemesis, immediately looking toward the floor for his clothes. Because that's what happened to clothes when you had sex. They wound up on the floor in heaps. Occasionally in such random heaps that it appeared clothing had been on bodies it hadn't. In this case, there were no clothes at all.
"I have no clothes." Deimos was the King of the Obvious today. He looked over his shoulder at Lottie. "Did we come here naked?"
It brought him right back to why the hell they'd come here at all when they'd been at his house and had a perfectly good room with a perfectly good bed in it very close by. A lot closer than this. And with clothing.
Oh, it was all so bad.
Deimos slumped some, unable to do anything but sit on Nemesis' bed, completely naked and with no way to alleviate the problem, and listen to Lottie try to babble her way out of this. He squeezed his eyes shut and hoped that Retribution had recently had enough of that sort of thing to feel any real need to do anything more than maybe yell a little and look disappointed at them both.