This does feel familiar, doesn't it? Conversation going just a little bit too long, Vincent sitting in whatever chair he's landed in for the evening, telling stories... Both of them finally in a space where no one can hear them, just... Hanging out because it feels good to be in each other's company.

"Man, they were... It's kinda hard to describe, but..."

Vincent does feel like he's missing having some kind of beverage in his hand, but gossip will have to tide him over.

"You know, one day I noticed they didn't have any friends. Nicest one in the unit. Almost everyone liked 'em. Had a talent for settlin' arguments. Pretty sure they could have gotten anyone on the unit to agree to basically anythin' if you gave 'em enough time. But they'd never hang out with nobody. Didn't get close to anyone. Just kept it..."

He gestures with his hand in a flat line, to imply no change, no ups, no downs.

"So one day I called 'em out on it. I remember them bein' real' surprised I was even payin' that much attention. An' then they kinda met my brother through me, an' my brother doesn't give a shit about bein' nice, so I think Nikaro also kinda stopped givin' a shit about being nice, at least to us. And it turns out? They were a mean son of a bitch under all that."