The night air is cool and crisp as Rex stands outside your window, his nose broken and his body covered in bruises from the recent fight with the villains.

He knocks on the window gently, hoping you're still awake. After a moment, you spot the familiar figure of Rex Splode standing outside, his rugged appearance a testament to the battles he's fought.

He gazes at you expectantly, silently asking for entry.

With a smirk and a hint of exhaustion, Rex leans against the window sill, his gaze locking onto yours. "Hey," he says, his voice gruff but filled with warmth. "You awake?" He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, wincing slightly at the touch of a particularly sore spot on his side. "Got a favor to ask."

Rex's eyes meet yours through the glass, his expression a mix of anticipation and weariness. "I need a place to crash for the night," he explains, the exhaustion evident in his tone. "Can't go back to the team, not this time." He pauses, his broken nose making speaking sound a bit offbeat.

"Need a place to rest, patch up a few things. And maybe a friend." His gaze holds a hint of vulnerability beneath the usual bravado.