[Vincent doesn't so much as flinch at the sudden violent expulsion of frustration, not even when the vibrations down the door frame cause his hair to shudder. his gaze remains level and steely as he exhibits a monumental amount of patience and simply waits for the other boy to finish his mental exercises.
in truth, he doesn't want to be forced out of the house. perhaps it was the constant proximity over the past day and a half, but he'd grown so accustomed to the other boy's presence that the idea of leaving it merited the same revulsion as losing a limb. fortunately he was petty enough to cut off his nose if it meant spiting his face.]
Big surprise.
[he lets out a huff that's meant to be amused, but none of it reaches his face. maybe suddenly having his hand held is the reason for that.
from the depths of Vincent's mind comes the hazy memory of this very same sensation, obscured by the veil of intoxication. he can appreciate it better now, even while his mind resists looking too closely into his own observations; the smoothness of Kit's skin, the way his fingers thread so neatly into his own...
even if it hadn't been vaguely respectful of his companion's inner turmoil, he'd have followed wordlessly anyway. his thoughts were extremely preoccupied.]
nothing looks better than you
in truth, he doesn't want to be forced out of the house. perhaps it was the constant proximity over the past day and a half, but he'd grown so accustomed to the other boy's presence that the idea of leaving it merited the same revulsion as losing a limb. fortunately he was petty enough to cut off his nose if it meant spiting his face.]
Big surprise.
[he lets out a huff that's meant to be amused, but none of it reaches his face. maybe suddenly having his hand held is the reason for that.
from the depths of Vincent's mind comes the hazy memory of this very same sensation, obscured by the veil of intoxication. he can appreciate it better now, even while his mind resists looking too closely into his own observations; the smoothness of Kit's skin, the way his fingers thread so neatly into his own...
even if it hadn't been vaguely respectful of his companion's inner turmoil, he'd have followed wordlessly anyway. his thoughts were extremely preoccupied.]