"I think... My leg got caught on something... I was bleeding this morning. Um... Boris moved out yesterday, so I had no one to talk to about it... I mean..." He was growing annoyed at his awkwardness. He gritted his teeth and growled. "Fuck, if I could just TALK properly...!" He pulled his hair as he tried to rearrange his thoughts.

"What I mean is, well... My leg was bleeding. It's not anymore, but you might want to check it out... And maybe help me clean my sheets. I tried before but..." He had gotten mad as he struggled to even find a clean sheet in the house. He didn't know where Boris had put all his clean laundry. The man was a foreigner, and he did weird things, like put his clothes in the stove to dry. "Look, can you help me or not?"