Misha was relieved that his room was in as good of condition as it was. He wasn't a complete slob, but when there was no one around to see it but him, it definitely suffered. It was well stocked, however, with most things he would need. Sometimes it wasn't worth searching through the house for a snack, a potion, or whatever else he might require.
"You need to do more than clean up," he said, going to his drawer and pulling out a well worn but clean t-shirt. He handed it to Bella, the tips of his fingers touching her own for a split second.
"You change into this, and I'll get a few things from the bathroom down the hall."