Vince sat in the silence and darkness letting his emotions crawl over his skin like ants. It took a bit, but eventually the sensation subsided and he realized he was still as dirty and covered in grim as he’d been when they originally agreed to freshen up. Deciding to make the best of a filthy situation (he flinched at the thought), Vince stripped his shirt and pants quickly. He then washed his hands in a clean basin of water from that morning and drew a bit of it up and over his face. His curls were all over the place, the strawberry blonde hue looking almost dirty blonde in the light of the moon; his eyes too had a certain drawn quality to them. Vince could feel the weight of the day’s terror and disgust taking thier toll on him; he hoped Cass would find something sweet to distract them both for a little while and then... He would sleep. Sleep endlessly and well into the day tomorrow, unable and unwilling to face their new reality, again.

As he stepped away from the basin, Vincent scrubbed a hand over his face and looked about for a fresh pair of trousers. He found a pair from the day before neatly folded in his bag where he’d tucked everything away just earlier. He might have been considering making a run for it the majority of the day, but a part of Vincent was glad he hadn’t. (The other very well still felt the need to flee, but the obstinate, possessive side of him reared its ugly head at the thought. Vince knew now he was nothing without Cass; why pretend otherwise?) The Slytherin had just reached to look for his shirt when there was a small knock at the door and Cass slipped into the room.

Still shirtless and feeling rather exposed, Vince felt a blush tear across his cheeks. He turned quickly away from Cass and dug through his bag, pulling something free. “Er-- thanks, it looks wonderful,” he replied, shoving the white material messily over his head. There wasn’t a waistcoat or cravat in sight but at this stage… it wasn’t even worth the effort. Turning back to Cass, Vince teetered awkwardly and glanced at the perfectly coiffed, untouched bed. He made a small, vague gesture towards it. “Should we sit?” he asked, unsure. On the one hand, it was the only space large enough for them to sit and share whatever it was on the platter Cass had brought with him; on the other, he was sure the last thing Cass wanted was to share a bed with him again. Not after yesterday…. And today…

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