Vincent followed Liz to her apartment, upon arriving inside, he was surprised by how nice it looked.<span style="font-style: italic">Wow, she has a lot of books... It's like a library..</span>he thought. It almost made him feel like how he was back when he was a kid and still living with his parents. That home feeling was what touched him the most. For once, he wasn't on the streets, but he still felt like a burden to Liz. When he heard her tell him where his room was and where the bathroom was, he nodded his head and walked off towards the hallway. He checked his room first, then went off into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.<span style="font-style: italic">She wants things clean... I should remember that.</span>he thought as he went over to the shower and turned it on, checking the temperature for a bit.<br/><br/>Once the temperature was right, he took his clothes off, setting them neatly folded on the counter near the sink and got into the shower. The warm water actually felt nice to him. His muscles relaxed greatly and he felt at ease where he was. He then washed up, rinsed and turned the shower off after about 10 minutes or so. He stepped out of the shower and used a towel to dry his hair and then dry off his body. He wrapped the towel around his waist, tightly securing it. Vincent looked at his clothes folded on the counter. They were dirty, that was for sure. And Liz wanted things clean.. What was he going to do about those?<br/><br/>He slowly opened the bathroom door and peeked his head out. Then stepped out of the bathroom, but stood by the doorway. "H-Hey.." he called to her. "Umm.. What do you want me to do with my clothes? Their dirty, so I don't suppose you want me to wear them, do you? Since you said to be clean.." He was holding his folded up, dusty clothes in his hands. What was he to do with these?