[I]"I ask though, that you don't force yourself to act like we did in the hospital. If it makes you uncomfortable then it's fine, I just have to get used to the house and I'll be fine." [/I]

Alekandr's eyes widened, feeling caught in the act.  His hands dropped by his side as a small nervous breath escaped from his lips.  A frown rested on his face "I ummm...," he paused, looking around the bathroom, trying to find his train of thought, "I'll go get your duffle bag... and stuff,"  Before he left the bathroom he stopped and turned to Sylvia, "Don't go anywhere," he warned her in a stark joking manner, raising one of his eyebrows as he spoke.

He walked into the kitchen to grab a trash bag, "What are you making?" he asked his father.

"You know, Aleksy," his father sighed while facing the stove, "It's really a shame what drugs have done to that poor girl's life," he turned around to face Aleksandr. His hand was raised a bit as he spoke, using it for gestures, "I do pray you are over that phase in your life..."  He made a concerning glare at Aleksandr, "I would just hate for her to find anything in your room.  That [I]stuff[/I] destroys people and the people around them," he was speaking quietly.

"Sounds... delicious," Aleksandr nodded, with his lips tightly closed.  He turned away from his father and opened a cupboard where the trash bags were stored.  He unraveled one of the bags.

"I'm being serious, [i]Aleksandr[/I]," Father Seraphim was still facing Aleksandr when he spoke.  His voice was still quiet, but harsh this time.  He had clearly lost his patience.  

Aleksandr stared at the trash bag and then back at his father.  He said nothing and left the kitchen.  As he rounded the corner he took a deep breath. He went into his bedroom and grabbed the duffle bag from the floor.  He turned around and headed to the bathroom.  

He peaked his head into the bathroom, "Oh, you're still here?"  He handed her the trash bag, "Unfortunately, as for bags go, this is all we have,"  he glanced at the bathtub, "I will get the water running for you, and ummm..." he raised his hands by his face, "I'll leave you alone,"  he scooted past Sylvia's wheelchair and made it to the bathtub, "The knobs are backwards.  So, if you want cold water, you have to use the hot water nob, and vice versa," he leaned over and plugged the bathtub before turning on the water.  He stood back up, "Alright," he nodded at Sylvia, "I suggest not locking the bathroom because if [I]anything[/I] should happen to you... And, I promise I will not barge in on you,"  he let out a small sigh and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. [@Arista]