@mercysought ( viv )
Vince paces, as he's prone to doing, around the beaten-up interior of the hideout Viv, Val and himself had managed to secure along the edge of Dogtown. It was meant to offer a moment of reprieve, an opportunity to regroup, think, strategize. The more time passes, though, the more convinced Vince is that he hears something accusatory on Viv's voice.
It didn't take more than an exchange of pointed glares between the linked pair for Val to excuse herself. She had some BDS to check out somewhere โ code for 'she had no interest in getting caught in the crosshairs'.
Fair enough.
Once the door shuts behind the escapist in question, Vince stops in his tracks and crosses his arms over his chest. His eyes land squarely on Viv's in the moment that follows, underscoring his discomfort with the persisting silence. "What exactly is the problem? Enlighten me, 'cause I can't see it from where I'm standing โ I just wanna help her help us."













