Vincent: So, you just show up in photos outta nowhere? What's the deal, huh? leans against a dusty piano, arms crossed
He's wearing a black tuxedo. I'm here to talk about my twin brother
Vincent: Finally, we're getting down to business. Your twin, huh? What's the matter with him?
Well... he ran away from home. Right after Dad died. It was like he couldn't handle the loss.
Vincent: Couldn't handle the loss? That's a laugh.
He was always so confident and brave. But after Dad died... he became so withdrawn. Like he was drowning in grief.
Vincent: Grief, huh? Sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me. If he couldn't handle it, he should've just come to me. I could've helped him through it.
Helped him? We barely speak to each other. He's always been distant. Do you remember that night when we were at Dad's funeral? And I saw him standing alone by the river?
Vincent: Yeah, I remember. I thought he was just trying to be dramatic, like always. But if what you're saying is true... then maybe he wasn't so full of himself after all.
I always thought he was pretending to be strong. But seeing him like that... made me realize he was just lost and hurting, too.
Vincent: Lost and hurting, huh? Well, it's about damn time you realized that.
I wanted to reach out to him right then and there, but... I didn't know how. He seemed so fragile. I didn't want to burden him with my own emotions.
Vincent: Burden him with your own emotions? Give me a break. If you really cared about him, you would've done whatever it took to reach out to him.
I know, I know. I feel like such a failure. I should've noticed sooner. I should've been there for him.
Vincent: Well, aren't you just a regular ray of sunshine? Always blaming yourself for other people's problems. Listen, kid, sometimes people just need to be left alone to figure things out for themselves.
You're right. I should give him space. But that doesn't mean I can just sit back and do nothing. I need to find a way to help him, even if he won't let me in.
Vincent: You know what? You're right. Just sitting back and doing nothing isn't going to solve anything.
So, what can I do? How can I reach him without pushing him away?
Vincent: Look, I ain't a expert on that kind of shit, but maybe you could try being a bit more straightforward with him. No more of this cryptic bullshit that drives people away.
You're right. I need to be direct. I'll talk to him next time I see him, and I'll make sure he knows I'm there for him.
Vincent: Good. Now, let's go find that little shit and put an end to his self-pity once and for all.
Alright. Let's go find him. I won't let him suffer alone anymore.
Vincent: We'll start by checking his usual hangouts. Maybe we can catch him off guard and have a real conversation.
Alright. Let's start with the coffee shop. That's where we used to spend time together as kids.
Vincent: Coffee shop it is. I'll drive.