[clearly, patience was overrated. it's a belief that Vincent very nearly puts into practice when the other boy strides forward, leaving nothing more than a hair's breadth between them. for one electric moment he couldn't help thinking that maybe this was what he'd wanted to show him, and that they were going to talk about earlier after all -
just what the hell was the matter with him?
the thought streaks across his mind at the same time that the doorknob clicks and brings him crashing down back into reality. he's immeasurably grateful for both, shaking off whatever strange spell had come upon him with a sharp turn of the head. nothing. it was nothing. meaningless.
even so, he closes the door quietly behind them.
things click more rationally into place when he turns around once more and finds Kit holding the selfsame notebook which he'd rescued so valiantly from a coffee attack earlier. it seemed that he would indeed be extended the same trust he'd once given himself, despite having done nothing to earn it.
Vincent does nothing with reverence, and so it would be untrue to describe the way he takes the notebook from his companion as such. but there's a definite measure of respect in his actions that is usually completely nonexistent, even in the way he carefully cracks it open and begins leafing through.]
NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS FINE
[clearly, patience was overrated. it's a belief that Vincent very nearly puts into practice when the other boy strides forward, leaving nothing more than a hair's breadth between them. for one electric moment he couldn't help thinking that maybe this was what he'd wanted to show him, and that they were going to talk about earlier after all -
just what the hell was the matter with him?
the thought streaks across his mind at the same time that the doorknob clicks and brings him crashing down back into reality. he's immeasurably grateful for both, shaking off whatever strange spell had come upon him with a sharp turn of the head. nothing. it was nothing. meaningless.
even so, he closes the door quietly behind them.
things click more rationally into place when he turns around once more and finds Kit holding the selfsame notebook which he'd rescued so valiantly from a coffee attack earlier. it seemed that he would indeed be extended the same trust he'd once given himself, despite having done nothing to earn it.
Vincent does nothing with reverence, and so it would be untrue to describe the way he takes the notebook from his companion as such. but there's a definite measure of respect in his actions that is usually completely nonexistent, even in the way he carefully cracks it open and begins leafing through.]