"Vincent…" Elian murmurs under his breath, moving away from the bed.
Vincent stands at the doorway, looking positively stunned and dumbfounded. I don't think he was supposed to hear that, nor is he supposed to be here. I always forget that he is in the house, I don't know why. He takes small careful steps closer into the room and yet, he doesn't step away in the middle, just enough to be away from the doorway. He looks ethereal like a beautiful man out of a fairytale, I must comment. With his long blonde hair falling along his sides, and yet even with his face bruised on the side. He is wearing Elian's clothes, I could recognize but I don't feel anything particular about it.
If anything, the clothes look even more sloppy on him as Elian's clothes are particularly big and broad for his stature.