Vincent was sleeping peacefully, till A.J.'s relentless yelling woke him up. Next thing he knew, he was shoved off the bed and onto the floor, landing on his back. "Ack.." he groaned, lying there. "Man.. I didn't do anything to you, A.J.." he groaned, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. "Geez.. I just found you on my front door because you kept yelling.. You were all cut and bleeding so I took you in and patched you up.." he mumbled, slowly standing up from the floor and lying back down on his bed. He felt a little bit sore because of the sudden reaction from A.J. "And why your clothes are like that, it's because yours were bloody and I didn't want them to stain any of my furniture. Their basically ruined.. You know if you go into town like that, you can get a ticket by the cops?"<br/><br/>He sighed, lying there staring up at the ceiling. "I don't know why you have to freak out like that, I was just helping you... You should know that I wouldn't do anything perverted to you... I'm not that type of guy. Why do you think that you would come to my house? Because. You. Trust. Me." he said, emphasizing each word. He tried to sit up on the bed, though still groaning because he was pushed out of the bed and onto his back earlier. "I don't know why you have to be mean and hurt me like that.." he mumbled, rubbing his back.