The majority of the day was spent rather quietly. Winslow kept to his room because, surprisingly enough, all it took was for him to run into someone he wasn't expecting to see to get him to reconsider venturing out. On the other hand he couldn't say it was a bad thing that Beef was in the Swanage with him. He wasn't the nuisance that he had first thought he was.

Winslow stood in front of the large mirror in the bathroom attached to his room. He stared at himself as he went over the events of the day. After a bit the mirror fogged up from the hot water running in the shower. He was thankful for this since he had to take his helmet off before he could get in. And he most definitely didn't want to see the maimed flesh of the right side of his face. He still hesitated in removing it though. He felt extremely vulnerable without it even if he was alone. He set the helmet on the counter top of the sink and started to unbutton his pajama shirt. He paused and glanced at the door, he jiggled the handle to ensure, one more time, that it wasn't locked. He couldn't help being a bit paranoid about doors suddenly being locked from the outside. Swan had instilled this fear after all. He even had to peek outside every so often to be sure a brick wall hadn't been built either.

He sighed once he had eased his mind and continued undressing. He slipped into the shower and shut his eye as the hot water softly fell on him. It was one of the few soothing things to him. The warmth of the water helped him relax and the rhythmic sound of the drops were pleasant to listen to. It was certainly better than the silence that he was surrounded by just sitting in his room alone. Another plus was that he didn't have to worry about his bandages too much now. They were still there and his stitches still hurt if he moved wrong, but the pain was far less.

Winslow spent just a little more time standing still under the spray of the water before he actually washed his hair and body.

After he was done and the water had started to turn cold Winslow got out. He dried off and put on a clean pair of pajamas, still not quite use to the distinct lack of leather. He slipped on his helmet and opened the door to return to his room. He immediately noticed something different once he looked into the darkened room. His voice box was laid on his bed. Someone had snuck in while he was showering. But that didn't matter very much as he had his voice back. Winslow went over to it and put the strap of it over his head. He placed the box gently against his chest and switched it on. He hummed softly and gave a small grin hearing the robotic noise that emitted from it as well as the red and blue lights. It wasn't a pleasant sound even to him, but at least he could speak again.

As Winslow absently smoothed a hand over the metal box a thought popped into his mind that caught him off guard. What good was having a voice again if there was no reason to use it?

He blinked his eye and glanced around his room. He could think of a whole list of people he would rather not speak to. However there was at least one who he felt might not take his presence negatively.

He wasn't entirely sure what possessed him to do so, but Winslow soon found himself standing in front of Beef's door. He glanced back toward his own room wondering if this really was as good an idea as it had seemed a moment ago. He tentatively raised his hand and knocked on the door. He was promptly greeted by the golden haired man who didn't necessarily seem shocked at finding Winslow standing there.

"Well, hi. Come in." Beef gestured to Winslow and stepped aside to let him enter the room.

Winslow slowly stepped into the room shutting the door behind him. He glanced around taking in all the colorful and bright things that decorated the walls. As expected, Beef had a large and well lit vanity filled with various make up. Every piece of clothing that was either hung up or tossed onto the floor was bedazzled or shiny in some way. Beef himself had painted an astrological sign on his cheek today it seemed.

"So's that what you use to talk with?" Beef pointed with a little brush at the box resting against Winslow's chest.

Winslow lightly touched his voice box and nodded, "Yes." He noticed how Beef seemed to be caught off guard by the robotic growl it produced.

Beef fiddled with the brush in his hands glancing between the device and Winslow. "Huh..." He set the brush down on his vanity, "You can sit down if you want."

Winslow looked to the red velvet day bed that was equally covered in Beef's clothes. He moved enough of the clothing to make a space for him to sit before doing so.

"You usually have on black make up, right?" Beef put a thoughtful finger to his chin as he looked at the other man.

Winslow looked up at Beef, "Yes...but I don't have any." He did find that the lack of the make up he put around his left eye and on his lips was odd to him. But it wasn't like he could really ask for that.

Beef perked up and rummaged through the make up that littered the surface of his vanity. "I've got some. I can help you apply it too-"

"No." Winslow replied rather quickly. He saw Beef pause and turn to look at him again. He felt a small bit of guilt knowing he was just trying to help. He pressed his lips together glancing down. "Uh..."

"Cause of the mask thing, huh?" Beef offered and saw Winslow nod. He sighed, "It's fine. You can borrow whatever make up you want anyway." He picked up the clothes on the other side of the day bed and tossed them into the corner so he could sit beside Winslow.

Winslow noticed how Beef chose to sit on his left so he could still see him without turning his head at an odd angle. He messed with his finger a bit trying to think of something to say. He wasn't good with small talk and a situation like this didn't make it any easier. "Thank you."

Beef waved his hand, "Don't mention it, hun."

Winslow blinked at the nickname. He was sure Beef was using it rather offhandedly and he gave practically everyone some kind of nickname. But still.

"There's not much to do around here, is there?"

Winslow shook his head, "Especially when you're bedridden."

"Don't I know it." Beef turned his head to Winslow, "You said you were stabbed? That's why you were brought here?"

Winslow nodded, he hadn't told Beef every detail and he honestly didn't feel comfortable in telling him how the stab wound came about.

Beef slowly nodded his head, mimicking Winslow. "Right..." he huffed turning his whole body to face Winslow. "You're gonna have to talk to me, you know."

Winslow looked at Beef uncertain of how to respond to that. "I...I know..."

"Good." Beef leaned back making himself more comfortable, "So start."

Winslow blinked staring at the confident man before him. What the hell was he suppose to do now? And why couldn't he just tell Beef the reason why he didn't want to take his helmet off? Or how he got the stab wound in his chest? Well, obviously...he just...couldn't.

Beef raised his eyebrows seeing how much like a deer in the headlights Winslow looked right now. He sat up and scooted over to Winslow. He placed a gentle hand on his shoulder to ground him. "Listen, Winslow. I'm just trying to let you know that you can talk to me. You said Swan stole your music and destroyed your life? I'm just letting you know that...I'm here." He shrugged hoping this helped in some way.

Now Winslow definitely felt lost. He continued to stare at Beef like he was from another planet. He didn't even know how to approach this. He didn't even mind the hand resting on his shoulder.

A man he had previously despised and even attempted to kill was sitting here offering to listen to him. He opened his mouth for a moment before shutting it. He pulled himself out of his daze and forced himself to form a coherent sentence. "I don't...know if I can tell you." he took a deep breath, "It's..." He raised a hand as if he could express to Beef that he was at a complete loss for how to handle this situation. But he was also caught off guard by the warmth that seemed to rise in his chest at Beef's kindness.

Beef furrowed his eyebrows and pressed his lips together. He thought for a moment before putting his hands on his lap, "Okay, how 'bout we start small? We'll tell each other about ourselves. I'll start." He looked up at the ceiling as he considered where to start. "I was born and raised in Cincinatti. I'm an only child and I've been performing for more years than I can count."

Winslow looked at Beef listening to him. He knew it was his turn when Beef went quiet and looked at him with interest. "I...grew up in Pennsylvania. I'm an only child too, I've written music...ever since I can remember."

Beef smiled brightly, pleased that Winslow was opening up slowly but surely. He continued to ask questions that he hoped would be of interest to the other. They ended up spending quite a bit of time talking about music and several other subjects. It turns out that they had more in common than either of them would have thought.

However, something that Winslow didn't tell Beef was that he was slowly starting to find that spending time with Beef was almost therapeutic. After being alone and hiding in the shadows for such a long time it was a very refreshing thing to be able to have a casual conversation.

At a few points in their conversation Beef even got a small smile out of the masked man.