As if a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders, having Jennifer’s presence next to him wasn’t just mere superfluous eye-candy, but instead her aura seemed to permeate a calmness that transcended beyond anything Vincent had felt in awhile. It was as though the raging creatures living inside him were held at bay by a mysterious force, unexplained, but still very real nonetheless. His skin didn’t have the same eerie sensations he’d experienced moments ago and that was just fine by him. Vin caught the girl’s sweet scent, a mixture of hair conditioner and light perfume she was wearing, hoping that it would sustain itself in his memories forever, or at least as long as possible. 

Jennifer motioned a hand toward the balcony as she spoke to Vin, mentioning the majestic view she had of the cityscape, until a crash in the kitchen suddenly broke her off mid-sentence, and broke up the moment as she rose from the couch to head over to the kitchen. Vincent turned to see one of the clones vanish, apparently unexpectedly, and he glanced over at Nate, who appeared perplexed. The kid’s theories and explanations of what may or may not have just occurred were hard enough to follow, and yet Vincent couldn’t help but feel bad for the poor bastard. 

“Shit, I can’t imagine what that’s like bro, but…” Vin thought about holding his tongue, but then continued. “...maybe it’s a reprieve. You said yourself that the clone’s memories, emotions, and whatnot come flooding in, but maybe now your head can finally take a break. Maybe?”

Vin wasn’t sure if that really helped Nate at all, especially knowing that he’s the last person anyone would want to ask for advice or guidance about anything psychological, or…[i]supernatural[/i], as it were. He barely understood himself, so how in the hell could he decipher the mental train wreck of anyone else?

[@Subject Zero]
[@Xandrya]