"It's great...so...so fuckin great.."
He was full of envy. He never stayed in, nor saw such a fancy room with so much in it.
Vincent: Oh-well-good then-I-I'm glad you like it...
He seems...awkward. Like he's really not used to having other people around...not quite knowing how to act.
"..."
There's sudden pounding at the door. Vincent jumps, startled.
Vincent: ...Shit...already? I swear, they keep coming earlier and earlier...
He runs a hand through his hair, seeming exasperated...but also kinda afraid.
"...who is-"
Vincent: Don't worry about it, it's just-work stuff...you can go-explore if you want...or-stay here...or...I guess...if you-if you really wanted you could come with me...
"Uh..no thanks."
Vincent: Cool. Seeya!
He walks away, going downstairs to answer the door.
"....This is great. No Cigs everrr! That'll be the worst.."
He very slowlllyy sat on the bed
He hears the door open downstairs, and the sound of a young woman sobbing-her and Vincent talking
