Alfred had wandered the empty halls of his house on more than one occasion to find that he would trip over useless junk. The trash and piles of otherwise harmless crap had seemed like no big deal when it had first started showing up in corners and under chairs; and what had at first seemed like no big deal was slowly turning into a hoarding problem. The tall college student shoved his glasses up onto his nose, only to feel them slide back to exactly where they were before his greasy fingers had even bothered to touch the thick frames. Fingerprints adorned the spectacles, much in the same way that useless items collected around the edges of his house until suddenly everything was underfoot and his corrective eyewear was too smudgy to properly see out of. His sock caught on something sticky, and rather than properly deal with the horrid mess as he constantly reminded himself was probably a good idea to clean, the blond simply slid his foot out of the ruined cloth and continued down the hall.
To the common burglar, everything within the confines of the house was garbage, and if Alfred was to be entirely honest with himself, the common burglar would be eight thousand percent correct. But he wasn't honest with himself, and hadn't been since the fight that he had had with his father that had led to very stressful times and the older man's untimely death. the blond narrowly avoided stepping on something that looked slimey and wet, only to step on a discarded beer can. Even though his collection of grime felt like a safe haven, the stinging in his foot reminded him how dumb he really was. Keeping all this shit around wasn't helping his father come back to life for a tearful reunion and soppy apologies on both sides. The garbage and grit and grime was just a superficial way of pretending that he was okay. Pretending that he hasn't gained twenty pounds of fat since high school. Pretending that he didn't feel extremely self conscious every time he slipped on a pair of sweats instead of his jeans that couldn't fit over his thighs. And then the poor boy realized that he was bleeding all over an old pizza box and that the kitchen didn't have any band aids anyway.