Vincent: What do you like other than your death sticks?
"...cooking."
Vincent: Ok! Ok-so that's not...super helpful to me...because I don't eat human food...BUT-I would still pay you to cook for yourself, if you wanted...or I could find you a job as a chef...
"I don't need you to. I'm fine."
Vincent: No you're not. You're clearly depressed-you should really see a therapist, but I don't think you'd accept help, even if I paid for it-
"I'M. FINE."
He stomped off
Vincent runs after him and grabs his arms
Vincent: NO YOU'RE NOT! You-please-please-just let me help you-
He sounds desperate-
"Shithead...fine."
Vincent: T-thank you...thank you so much...
He deflates a little, he actually sounds incredibly relieved
"..."
