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A sigh of relief left Pierce at her permission to use her shower, grateful for the kindness she was showing despite how brash he'd been during their first encounter. "Thank you." Virgil felt like he'd been saying a lot of 'thank you's this evening. "So, a cleaner every Saturday," he repeated with a curious gaze towards Amelia. "What exactly is it that you do for a living?" Clearing his throat he looked away for a moment. "You don't have to answer- it's just this house is so big and everything looks so....expensive." Not wanting to ramble on, Virgil finally took a bite of the still warm pizza and nearly groaned himself. It was good, better than what he'd had in far too long.

Her explanation brought him back to the first night he was there and he remembered wondering if she'd lived there alone. It had seemed rather lonely to him; big and quiet in an almost intimidating sense. Waving her off quickly, not wanting to speak with a mouth full of pizza, he swallowed it down quickly enough. "I don't think you're bratty," he nearly interrupted her. "I mean... I was a bit harsh to you before and you've been more than kind and accommodating for me tonight. I feel kind of bad, really, I don't have anything I could repay you with."

Virgil chews at the corner of his lip for a moment, going back to avoiding her gaze. "Plus I've got some, um, health issues lately," he starts awkwardly. Virgil knows he ought to tell her, that Amelia probably deserved to know, but it feels wrong saying it when she's already helped him out so much- going so far as to offering him a place to stay. If she knew now she might feel forced to take him in and he already felt like he was intruding into her life. "So I don't think I'd make the best roommate."