He asks for help

Dave watched Eric in confusion, as Eric tapped on the window again, trying to attract attention from inside the store without turning around.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Dave asked, a little confused.

Eric paused for a few more seconds, before deflating a little and shaking his head. "I tore my pants," he finally confessed, stepping away and showing Dave the huge rip in the seat of his pants, boxer shorts clearly visible through it. "I don't suppose you happen to have a spare pair in the security room do you?"