Bennet, bloody and breaking in. Try and say that five times fast. Whatever had happened, it had left him a right mess, but the vague glance that he'd spared Bennet when he'd entered went right back to the ceiling the second the man said not to ask. Noah didn't want him to ask, he wasn't going to. It wasn't as though Noah covered in blood was an unusual sight for him. It was usually someone else's blood, but the curt statement and the way that he was acting pretty much clued Claude into the fact that it wasn't someone else's this time.
Still.
Standing up and crossing back over to his room, Claude fished out an extra pair of clothes from the drawers. He and Noah might have been two different builds, but what was too big on him would probably just fit the other man. And either way, it was better than putting back on clothes that were covered in dry blood. Rapping on the door twice to let Noah know that it was opening, Claude cracked it, tossing the clothes on the sink before shutting it again. Not that it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, but there was even a point where partners who pretty much knew each other inside and out had to give the other their space.