Vincent broke eye contact with Liz, not looking at her anymore. He knew he had done wrong now, because Liz   was unhappy. He didn't want to respond to her when she asked about Tony. Of course he listened to him! What other reason would he have to be doing this? Each word that Liz would say to him, each word that reminded him of the wrong he did, was making him rather upset. It looked like tears were starting to form in his eyes. "I... was only expressing gratitude..." he said to her quietly as he quickly got up from the bed, though he stumbled a bit, and it ended up with his head coming across the nightstand table next to the bed. Vincent had a large gash across his forehead now, that was starting to bleed; But didn't think anything of it and immediately left the room, going into his own and closing the door.<br/><br/>He was now lying on his bed, the covers pulled over his head so he just looked like a lump underneath. He was shedding tears at that moment because he too was upset. He was only expressing gratitude towards her, and thought she would be happy about it. You could say that he probably didn't grow up very well, due to the lack of school and education. But, Vincent was upset now, and there was nothing that could be done about that fragile, caring heart of his now that it had been stomped on by Liz's firm words. He had his hand over his forehead, covering up and trying to prevent the bleeding that was starting from the gash. He was sad that Liz was upset, so maybe if he stayed here under the covers, he wouldn't be noticed or in her way. She could live her life normally as if he had never even existed in the first place, like he thought he should have done.