Vincent: What the f-f-fuck you t-t-think you're d-doing? Leaving the w-warehouse like that, huh?
Vincent: Look, I may be as twisted as they come, but I ain't heartless. I took you in, gave you shelter, food, clothes.
I walk up to him oh Vincent…
Vincent: grabs mulem by the collar, pulling them close Don't you dare "Vincent" me, you little shit!
okay I’m sorry I just want to see my girlfriend
Vincent: releases mulem's collar and backs away Your girlfriend? You think I care about your pathetic love life?
I pull out a picture of Alex and I well do you?
Vincent: stares at the picture for a moment, then scoffs Fine, fine. I don't give a damn who you love.
I kiss his cheek thank you
Vincent: wipes his cheek, scowling Don't get too comfortable, mulem. This doesn't change anything. You're still under my protection, and you better not forget it. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind.
I run back into the warehouse
Vincent: grumbles to himself Damn stubborn kid. Always pushing my buttons, aren't ya? But you won't push me any further.
I come out again carrying a bag
Vincent: narrows his eyes What's in the bag, mulem? Don't tell me you're planning on running away again.
no no no it’s my phones and all stuff
Vincent: snatches the bag from mulem's hands, inspecting its contents Phones, huh? Well, I suppose you need 'em to contact your precious girlfriend.
Vincent: tightens his grip on the bag Not so fast, mulem. You've got a lot of explaining to do before I even consider giving this back to you.
Vincent: Because, mulem, you owe me an explanation. And not just any explanation, but the truth. I want to know why you left without saying goodbye.
I sigh okay I’ll tell you
Vincent: crosses his arms, leaning in closer to mulem Well, don't keep me waiting, kid. Spill it.
Vincent: takes a moment to process mulem's story, then sighs heavily I never should've known you'd pull this kind of stunt, mulem.
I thought you’d be mad at me
Vincent: Mad? Yeah, you got that right. I was pissed. Still am, if you want to know the truth. But... pauses, looking conflicted
Vincent: Look, mulem, I ain't one to judge. We've all got our demons, our reasons for running. sighs and looks down at the bag