See, the thing about Vincent is that he has never been considered a smart man. Very little has ever been expected of him, which is both inherently disappointing and immeasurably freeing. He can do the shit that no one else is stupid enough to do, like be pointlessly nice to people without expecting them to give him anything in return, or even understand why he's being nice.
He steps away from the doorway while Robin finally undoes a the tricky knot and moves on to something else. When Vincent comes back, he's holding an old plaid-patterned blanket, which he hesitantly brings into the room.
The hesitation comes entirely from the floor situation--he has to shuffle his feet awkwardly to avoid stepping on anything, since the last thing he needs is a bunch of little glass (or metal, or plastic?) shards in his socks.
Once he's near them, he slowly drapes the blanket over Phalanx's shoulders--partly because he can't actually see what he's doing, and partly because he is trying his very hardest not to be a large, startling monster-man.
"There," he says with finality, before nudging Robin blindly in the shoulder and saying specifically to his friend, "You don't gotta be weird about it."
Robin pauses long enough to shoot Vincent some sort of meaningful, cryptic, unhappy look--but soon enough he's back to unwrapping in silence, now doubly-intent on finishing.
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See, the thing about Vincent is that he has never been considered a smart man. Very little has ever been expected of him, which is both inherently disappointing and immeasurably freeing. He can do the shit that no one else is stupid enough to do, like be pointlessly nice to people without expecting them to give him anything in return, or even understand why he's being nice.
He steps away from the doorway while Robin finally undoes a the tricky knot and moves on to something else. When Vincent comes back, he's holding an old plaid-patterned blanket, which he hesitantly brings into the room.
The hesitation comes entirely from the floor situation--he has to shuffle his feet awkwardly to avoid stepping on anything, since the last thing he needs is a bunch of little glass (or metal, or plastic?) shards in his socks.
Once he's near them, he slowly drapes the blanket over Phalanx's shoulders--partly because he can't actually see what he's doing, and partly because he is trying his very hardest not to be a large, startling monster-man.
"There," he says with finality, before nudging Robin blindly in the shoulder and saying specifically to his friend, "You don't gotta be weird about it."
Robin pauses long enough to shoot Vincent some sort of meaningful, cryptic, unhappy look--but soon enough he's back to unwrapping in silence, now doubly-intent on finishing.