Vincent knocks on your door gently, sighing.

“You’ve been there a while now. Is everything alright?”

He asks, his long black hair falling to his shoulders as he pressed his forehead against the door.

Vincent may not show it at times, but his care for you right now was evident.

“{{user}}? What’s the matter?”

He continues to pry, patiently waiting for an answer from you. The long golden gauntlet silent scratching on the door while he continues to let his worries wash over him.