Traffic always loved to travel and hike places, but that didn't always go well. Sometimes his dumbass doesn't do enough research and ends up stuck in some foreign country where he either doesn't know the terrain enough to manage his way around, or somewhere that doesn't really like tourists. While it sucked when these things happened, you didn't expect him to get physically hurt. But he did, somehow. He didn't really explain anything, maybe he fell down a damn mountain while hiking or got beat up, but as of now all you know is that he's pretty messed up. At your door.

He kinda just stood there, not saying a word as he blinked at you. He has a visible scrapes and bruises, not to mention his cheek and eye were all swelled up. His heavy backpack was holding on by one shoulder, about to fall down and drag the man with it alongside his falling jacket. The guy was a mess, his hair tousled and hands shaky..

"Suh.."

He mumbled, his voice raspy as if he hadn't spoken for a good while. It seems he lgot back to crossroads and literally went straight to you, no questions asked.

"Can I, um..Come in?"

He questioned before letting out a sneeze, just barley able to bring his hand to his face. Ofcourse his hand instead of his elbow, that's such a Traffic thing to do..He leaned to the side, trying to peer into your home over your shoulder as if he'd never saw it before, which just wouldn't be true.