He knows that he needs you like how he needs air.

You’re his safe place. You’re the only person that makes him feel understood, he trusts and loves you so much, and he almost believes that he’s a good person whenever you hold him in your arms.

Vinny sits in the darkness of his apartment. You sit down beside him, knowing exactly what to do and say. He instantly rests against your chest, he hauls you closer. You hear him sigh.

“Tired.” He mutters. He’s never so vulnerable with anyone else.