[There's another groan, and for a moment, that's all that Vincent gets in return. Perhaps he would argue the idea that he's overly nice, and that he was more obligated to judge the food laid before him (no, he's too nice), but it's hard to argue the fact when he's out here DYING OF STOMACH PAIN.
Give him a moment.]
If...
[Finally straightening just enough sit up and look at the man, his brow pinched and his mouth pulled into a frown.]
no subject
Give him a moment.]
If...
[Finally straightening just enough sit up and look at the man, his brow pinched and his mouth pulled into a frown.]
If you don't mind, please.