"Okay, yeah, I'll walk careful. I got it." The hems of Marco's jeans were now dragging on the wet ground, and Marco didn't like the feeling of that, either, but thankfully it was cold enough that the pants stayed on. "The clean clothes are still in the hamper and the dirty clothes are on the floor," he muttered. Not that it mattered, as long as it was dry. "Yeah, I can't-- I can't go up there now. I can't do that. I can't do that. There's still blood in my bathroom and I can't handle anything right now."