Hurricanes
Who: Matt and Bruce (internal_rage) What: a hurricane! Where: Their room When: During the hurricane Rating: Don't know yet, will get back to you.
Matt pretty much was hiding beneath the covers in the room he was sharing with Bruce. There was a hurricane going on, and being blind never added up well with tropical storms.
He sighed, curling the blankets more around himself, trying not to get thrown on to the floor completely by the rocking of the boat on the waves and the storm itself. Lighting crashes and Matt winced in pain, his sonic sense fuzzy and unusable. He sighed, closing his eyes, curling up beneath the covers.
He'd never been the type to be afraid of storms of any kind, even as a child, but that didn't stop him from wishing his man was there with him. It would make the storm bearable and at least then he would have a pair of eyes to see the danger if there was any.
Until then, he would hold on and hope for the best. It was all he could really do.