Alyssa didn't say anything else. After seeing Derrok enter the bathroom, she picked up his shirt and laid it on top of the washing machine. It was already too much. More than she was willing to do. But - as anyone - Alyssa had her flaws. One of them was that she hated to see things dirty or untidy around her. It made her really anxious until she made things... better, at least.<br/><br/>When Derrok finished his shower, Alyssa was comfortably laid on the couch, reading a magazine. It was obvious she hadn't lifted a finger to make him a sandwich, with meat or otherwise.<br/><br/>Her eyes slid to him as he left the bathroom with the towels. She could already picture his clothes piled on the floor, the girl thought with a shudder, trying to focus further on her reading.