[this was probably the best possible outcome that he could have hoped for. without any explanation for his actions, and with the way that Kit had nearly broken his arm over a similar one mere moments ago, he'd completely expected violent retaliation. it was just the way that their relationship seemed to flow.
instead, what he got was complete silence. Vincent watches the other boy from the corner of his eye all the way to his bedroom door, but he never moves from his place in front of the sink. there's something to be said for taking chances with people who insisted on thinking everything through before acting.
his door closes softly behind him, and in short order he's sprawled carelessly out on his bed with his notebook open. whenever his mind was storming with foreign emotions the way it was now, the only way he could calm it was to write.]
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instead, what he got was complete silence. Vincent watches the other boy from the corner of his eye all the way to his bedroom door, but he never moves from his place in front of the sink. there's something to be said for taking chances with people who insisted on thinking everything through before acting.
his door closes softly behind him, and in short order he's sprawled carelessly out on his bed with his notebook open. whenever his mind was storming with foreign emotions the way it was now, the only way he could calm it was to write.]