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A warm flush came over his cheeks at the woman's comment towards his name, rubbing his face with the sleeve of his hoodie as if to wipe it away. Emotions were difficult to deal with these days. "Well it's nice to meet you, Amelia. Officially I mean." Virgil shuffles slightly in his seat at her question, however. "Well you know," he starts with a shrug and lets out a heavy sigh. "Pretty bad." He was sure his appearance gave that much away, surely. He'd been able to get showered up at the community sports center's locker room- the overnight janitor was nice enough to let him in and Virgil sometimes helped him keep up on the pool maintenance. Still, that certainly didn't help the state of his clothes.

He felt bad letting her take him home with the state he was in, felt dirty in compared to her. Still- having a roof over his head was too good a deal to pass up and Amelia seemed nice enough. Especially considering the way they'd parted ways the first and last time they'd seen each other. So he nodded despite his nervousness and prayed to whatever deity would listen that she wouldn't find out. The last thing he wanted to do was guilt trip her into helping him out. Amelia reappearing in the cards had never been put on the table, Virgil had never even considered it. Yet here they were.

Pulling up to the house, it was just as big as Virgil remembered it being, and again found himself gawking a little. Gaze pulled away only when he hears her speak again. "Oh," he starts, almost having forgot the incident that had just occurred. Amelia had been preoccupying his thoughts most of the drive. One hand coming out of his pocket he touched at a sore cheek. "It's not bad. He punched like a kid." He clears his throat again. "Thanks for that, by the way. Sorry you had to get involved."