[He glances up as the other approaches, brow only slightly knitted. This is inconvenient, but not quite crossing the threshold into embarrassing for a man like Vincent. Despite his sad, spilled drink.
He nods, then reaches up to grasp his hand with his own gauntleted one, heaving himself up. Still balancing the pizza.]
no subject
He nods, then reaches up to grasp his hand with his own gauntleted one, heaving himself up. Still balancing the pizza.]
I'm fine. ...Is this place always like this?