I did end up taking a shower and wearing Vincent’s clothes. However, I also did stay true to my words and insisted on going back to my own house, and my own room, after devouring the delicious meal he cooked.
I argued that the change of environment made no difference to me; I was okay, and had only passed out because I had done too much thinking.
Vincent argued back that the private doctor who attended me said my mental breakdown might have been due to the fact that I was cooped up in one place, and things were starting to get claustrophobic for me.
The truth was that I had a mental breakdown because I questioned my own sanity, and began seeing a ghost, whose body I was still inhibiting.
Probably because I looked like I might cry if the argument went on any longer, Vincent begrudgingly
