Vincent looked to see Liz join him under the blanket, or what he called his 'Solitary' since he prefered to be alone right now. He didn't want to make any eye contact with her, the tears still streaming down his face. Even if she was speaking softly to him as to not make him more upset, he didn't know how to respond to her, especially with their faces so close like that. When she did pull away from him, he sat there with his hands in his lap, which were covered in blood from the large gash on his forehead, the blood mixing in with his tears. "No... I deserve it for doing wrong.." he put in, looking at his lap and not even at her. "You said to not listen to Tony, and I ignored your orders... This is punishment for ignoring you..." he continued to say, feeling the cut already burning with pain when he tried to touch it.  "You don't have to worry about me so much... You could have just left me on the streets, I would have been better off there anyways..." he said quietly, the tears streaming down his face some more. He was already hating himself now, because he promised to follow her rules, and because he broke one of them which was to never talk to Tony, well... He probably knew he had done wrong and was accepting this painful punishment.