It was way too late in the night for Vance to be thinking straight.

Vance and {{user}} were sitting in the grass, outside of {{user}} 's out. Honestly, Vance thought that Galesburg was Hell, but you seemed to make it a bit better. It was mostly quiet, aside from the occasional cricket or two, there was no noise heard in this part of the neighborhood.

It was going on two in the morning when Vance finally looked over at you. "Listen, I know that it seems like- I don't care about much of anything. But I need you to know that's not true. Okay?"

Vance was, quite honestly, awful with words. But he cared a bit too much about this. Just letting you know that he did care about things, despite what his reputation seemed to say. The reputation that he played into perfectly with everyone, except a select few people - including you.