Lucien had returned to his personal bedroom, and got changed into similar clothes of what he had been wearing before after a shower- Though not caring to put any shirt on. He was fit and muscular- Though not to the point that his muscles were bulging or anything like that. He did sport an eight pack, though. Sitting on the edge of the bed he ran his hands through his dark, black hair that was still a bit damp from his shower, his brilliant blue eyes seeming just as confused as he was. Was he doing something wrong...? Visiting his mothers grave always made him think... Perhaps too much, even.<br/><br/>While waiting for Bella to be returned to his room, he was thinking again. There was a fireplace on the far wall from the bed, and a couch before that, though it had been moved to the side so he could see the fireplace clearly without the couch being in the way. There was a fireplace in nearly every room throughout his home, thanks to his father, though he didn't mind. He preferred it. It was something to watch when he was bored, and still it mystified him, the way the flames would dance and to his ears even seem to sing with their crackling and popping.