Ah yes, yes. Couldn't go upstairs looking like he'd... well. Ripped people apart, of course. But which home would he go to? Sleep in a pile of maybe not so happy with him Malkavians or just Tristian? Swaying back and forth, he decided that maybe the one was for the best.
"Silver eyes, silver hair." He came back to stand next to her, obviously to accept her help. "Connie wouldn't like me ruining the floors." He did his best to describe where he wanted to go, the him from before calming down enough that he was at least understandable in it.