"You're so cute when you struggle like that~" - Vincent
“Really?” Matt grunted, caving under the pressure of the metal that had him pinned up on the floor. Pain throbbed from his right side, pulsating and radiant in waves one after another. “Now you choose to be a comedian?” A crooked smile fights around the corner of his lips, he gives another try to push away the weight off his body. “Just come over here and help me, you can mock later.” There is a limp in Vincent’s walk, and he’s holding his right hand awfully closer to his body, it’s all the things that Matt notices when he comes closer, but he’s smiling and that’s all that really matters, because they are alive and the gunfire outside is a good thing. “Hey.” Matt paused when Vincent looked back, taken aback for a moment at the blue that shined under the smeared paint around his eyes. “You wanna go for a quickie while we wait for the backup?” The charm of his worlds is somewhat lost in the blood that tickles form is his lip cut, but he doesn’t care because the eye roll that he got was an award on itself.