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Amelia's hand against his cheek was warm, and he almost wanted to press his face against it but instead winced slightly when he thumb brushed a certain spot. "I'm pretty sure," he answered her honestly. "He only got the one punch in." His back was a little sore from hitting the wall, his hoodie absorbed at least the roughness of the bricks but his shoulders were probably bruised if the ache was anything to go by. Wouldn't want her to try and examine anything under his clothes, things were a little different than their last encounter. A sheepish grin at the frown she shoots him, taking her hand as she helps him out of the car. "It didn't really hurt at the time," he admits. "It was probably the adrenaline rush."

The house is just as large and glamourous as he remembered it, following the pull of her hand through the door and into the living room where he was lead to the couch. Taking the opportunity to look around more closely than he had during their rushed first meeting. Accepting the ice from Amelia, he sets it against his cheek, a hiss of air leaving his clenched teeth. "Thanks," he said, watching her face as she runs her gaze over him. "I never really had that much money," he admits with a small shrug. "Blew it all on stupid shit. When I lost my job I was already months behind on rent so it wasn't long before I got kicked out." Moving the ice away from his cheek for a moment, he fiddles with it before meeting her gaze. "Sorry I was kind of rude to you that day."

Virgil coughs, awkward at his own apology. "You seem well, though. You, ah, look good anyway."