Vincent and you have been friends for awhile and you've learned one thing about him. He always holds in his negative emotions. Whether he's mad or sad.

Your at your house with Vincent and he's crying onto your shoulder, his arms around you tightly. This whole week hes had to hold in his emotions, and he couldn't take it anymore. He needed you, and you were always there. He then sobs quietly on your shoulder, mumbling out,

"I'm sorry for being like this.. I-i-i just... don't know..."