A/N: I don't have an excuse other than I've been too lazy to write.


Vincent stared at the clock once more. Only five minutes passed from the last time he checked it. He stood up from his bed and put on his camouflage jacket, one of his favorite and got ready for his non-date with Catherine. It was the first time he felt nervous, even more nervous than his first day of boot camp. At least he knew that there were others who felt the same way he did and that made him feel better.

His heart pounded against his chest as he walked through the small hallway and walked into the bathroom before heading out. While staring at his reflection he paid extra attention to his appearance and though he wasn't vain, tonight he felt the need to. He ran his hands on his clean shaven face and rubbed his fingers through his new haircut. It was a look he was use to since it was the only he had since he joined the Army but he didn't know if Catherine will take a liking to it. What if she didn't like it or find him attractive?

"So, big date tonight?" JT's round face reflected on the mirror beside his best friend and cousin.

"It's not a date, JT," Vincent answered as he stared at his reflection and tried to block out his annoying cousin. He didn't need the extra pressure when he already felt nervous.

"Is that why you actually shaved and decided to wear cologne because it's not a date? Is that why you're also so nervous because it's not a date?"

"Don't you have papers to correct or something?" Vincent shifted his eyes to the person standing beside him.

"It's your first date in a long time and you don't think I'm gonna bust your chops about it? It's not everyday my best friend goes out on a date."

"It's not a date," Vincent turned around and patted his shorter best friend on the head which he hated. "Chip, I have to go."

"Scar," JT started but was immediately cut off by a low growl. He quickly backed away and raised his hand as if to surrender. "Okay I'm never calling you Scar again. I also came here to give you this," he removed a twenty dollar bill from his pocket and placed it in the cold hands of Vincent. "It's not much but I think your date will appreciate some flowers."

"Thanks, JT, but I can't take it."

"Vincent, it's your first date in years and you're going to show up at her front door empty handed? That's not a great start to a date. How are you suppose to get a second date if you disappoint her in the first minute of your first date? Trust me, women love it when you give them flowers."

"And how exactly do you know this? When was your last date?"

"I read it on the internet! And not that it's any of your business, I happen to be dating another professor. She's highly intellectual and very pretty, might I add," JT answered with a big bright smile on his face.

"If she's so smart then why is she dating you?!" Vincent joked.

"Haha," JT replied sarcastically. "Do you want to buy your date flowers or not?"

Vincent hesitantly took the money. "I'll pay you back."

"Don't worry about it. You go out there and risk your life everyday. This is my way of repaying you for all of your sacrifices. Actually, I don't ever think that I can pay you back."

"There's no need. The twenty is good. Thanks again, JT."

"Oh, by the way, if you plan on staying out again, call us. Ma was worried last time. She wasn't sure what happened to you."

"I never planned on staying out all night but Catherine was crying about her mom's death and I couldn't leave her all alone."

"You're allowed to stay out Vincent, just call if you do. We were worried. You said you were going out for a walk after dinner and never came home until the next morning."

"Sorry, dad," Vincent mocked. "Won't happen again, sir."

JT shook his head while smiling and wiped a fake tear from his eye. "Have fun on your date, son," he joked placed a hand on Vincent's shoulder. "But seriously, you deserve it."

"Thanks again. I better go. I don't want to be late."

BATB

Vincent stood on the fire escape as he tried to work up the courage to knock on her bedroom window. He held the flowers tightly in his hand and stood nervously with his feet firm on the floor as he tried to calm his breathing and his racing heart. He waited a few more seconds before finally talking himself to knocking on the window.

Catherine appeared from the side of the window and a wide smile formed on her lips as she saw him. A nervous breath escaped his lips as she walked towards him. She unlocked her window and opened it. "What are you doing there?"

Vincent crouched down on one knee to look directly at her. "I wasn't sure if you wanted me to go to the front door or not."

"I do. My sister is here and I'd like for you to meet her. That's if you want to," Catherine replied nervously.

"Of course. I'll see you there," Vincent couldn't stop the smile forming on his lips as he answered.

BATB

Vincent raised his hand to the wooden door but couldn't force himself to knock. He slowly exhaled and tried again to calm the wild beating of his heart. "It's not a date," he told himself but it made him more nervous as he stared at the door. Thankfully, the door opened and a girl that looked very similar to Catherine stared at him with a surprise look on her face.

"I didn't hear you knock."

"I didn't," Vincent laughed nervously. "I'm here for Catherine."

"Catherine? You mean Cat?"

Vincent nodded. "Yes, Catherine or Cat."

"Cat!" she yelled for her sister without taking her eyes off the guy standing with flowers. "There's a guy here for you with flowers."

"May I come in?"

"Sure. Sorry. I'm Heather, Cat's younger sister," she introduced herself as Vincent stepped into the apartment. "Cat," she yelled again.

"Heath, I'm coming," Catherine yelled from her bedroom. She paused in front of the mirror and checked her reflection one more time before stepping out and making her presence known in the living room part kitchen. It was a small apartment but the only one she can afford with her detective salary. "Hi Vincent," she managed to get out while her heart started to race a million miles a minute as he stared at her as if she was the only one in the room.

"Hi Catherine," Vincent smiled at her as his hand tightened around the flowers when the sound of her racing heartbeat made its way to his ears. "Beautiful," he exhaled out loud.

"Catherine?" Heather turned to her sister as a huge grin formed on her lips. "I was just headed out when I bumped into him," she turned back to the guy holding the flowers and staring intently at her older sister.

"Ah," Catherine started to blush. "Heather this is Vincent and Vincent this is my sister, Heather."

Vincent broke their gaze and turned to Heather. He separated the white tulip, that he bought specifically for her, from the red roses and gave it to her. "Nice to meet you."

Heather took the tulip and put it close to her nose to smell it. She turned back to her older sister and smiled. "I like him."

"So do I," Catherine smiled back at her sister.

"I better go. Sam is waiting downstairs which by the way is your fault, Cat. The whole I'm a cop thing when you first met pretty much scared him from coming up here again."

"I'll apologize to Sam on your next date. Tell him I'm sorry and to come upstairs next time," Catherine replied.

"He's so cute, Cat," Heather smelled her tulip again. She turned to Vincent who was blushing. "Do you have a brother?"

"Heather, your date is downstairs waiting for you," Catherine scolded. "Go!"

Vincent smiled quietly as he watched the two sister interact. They reminded him so much of him and JT when they were growing up.

"Thanks for the flower, Vincent. Have fun on your date, Cat," Heather smirked. "We are so having a sister to sister talk later. Bye. Love you," she quickly walked out of the apartment without giving her sister a chance to respond.

"Subtle is definitely not her thing," Vincent said with an amused look on her face.

"No, it's not," Catherine began to blush.

"These are for you," Vincent handed her the small bouquet of roses.

Catherine accepted the flowers with a huge smile on her face. "Thank you, Vincent. They're beautiful. Let me put these in a vase before we leave," she walked to the kitchen and dug through the cupboards for a vase. "How did you know I was going to introduce you to my sister?" she asked as she grabbed a pitcher from the cabinet and started to fill it with water.

"I didn't but I bought it just in case. It was highly recommended by the florist," he shrugged his shoulders as he watched her place the roses in the vase. "I didn't want to look like a fool in front of her."

"Thanks again," she smiled as she placed the vase filled with flowers on the kitchen counter next to him. "Perfect."

"Ready for our non-date?" Vincent offered his hand.

Catherine nodded and smiled. She placed her hand in his and squeezed it.

BATB

Couples, friends, parents and children packed the ice skate rink with laughter and cheers. The sounds of their laughter were harmonious with each other as they enjoyed a cold winter night. Vincent watched with nervousness as he recalled the last time he went ice skating in his childhood. Since then he never went back. He slowly tightened the laces on his skates and sat up on the bench. He looked around nervously and the bright lights caused him to close his eyes tightly.

"You can do this," he whispered to himself.

Sensing something was wrong, Catherine finished putting her skates on and knelt in front of him. "Vincent, are you okay?"

Vincent opened his eyes and inhaled deeply as he met her worried eyes. "I have a confession to make, Catherine. I," he exhaled nervously and paused.

"Vincent, you're making me nervous."

"I don't know how to ice skate," he finally confessed and looked down in shame. Since the traumatic experience in his childhood he never dared go back to an ice skate rink.

Catherine let out the breath she was holding. A laughter bubbled up in her throat but she held it in. "Vincent, why didn't you tell me?"

Vincent looked back up and met her jade eyes. She was neither judging or teasing. "I saw how much you wanted to go and I was trying to impress you. I know how much you wanted to go here and I didn't want to disappoint you."

Catherine leaned towards him and kissed his cheek. "You can never disappointment me."

"What was that for?"

"For being you. We don't have to go ice skating if you don't want to, Vincent. It's a big city. I'm sure we can find something else to do."

Vincent shook his head. "We're here and I promised you that I would take you. Granted I'll be doing more falling than skating," he joked and laughed at himself.

"Are you sure?"

"More than sure," he answered.

They both stood up from the bench and she held his hand as they made the short walk to the rink. Vincent held on to the side railing as they entered the rink and leaned against it after taking a few wobbly steps on the ice. He was all for trying to impress her but it seemed his legs didn't get the memo.

"I think I'll just watch from here."

"Come on, you didn't even try. I'll help you," she took his other hand in hers and stood in front of him. "Bend your knees and slowly take a few steps towards me."

"I don't think it's such a good idea. I'm just gonna end up falling and make a fool of myself in front of you. I don't think my ego can handle it."

"You promised me, Vincent. Loosen up, bend your knees and I'll pull you. It'll be fun."

"Fine," Vincent loosened his arms but held her hands tighter. He bent his knees and slowly took a few shaky steps before losing his balance. He quickly let go of her hands and fell forward on the ice floor.

"Vincent!" she shrieked.

"I'm alright," he answered as he pushed himself up and stood up on wobbly legs. "But I'm not too sure about my ego."

"If it helps, I'm very happy that you took me here. I don't think I could have done this on my own."

Vincent nodded and smiled at her. "In that case, I am also very happy that I took you here.

"Let's try this another way, okay?" Catherine skated over to his back and placed her hands on his hips.

"What are you doing?" Vincent asked nervously.

"I'm going to push you."

He looked back at her like a man with everything to lose especially his dignity if he fell again. "Are you sure about this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"I trust you just not gravity, my center of balance and the ice beneath us. Walking and skating are two different things. And tonight I'm finding out just how different," he replied.

Catherine let go of his hips and skated to his front side. "We are going to ice skate and you are going to have enjoy it," she turned around without giving him a moment to reply. "Place your hands on my hips, bend down and relax."

Vincent placed his hands on both sides of her hips and bent his knees until he had a better balance. "Ready, I hope."

Catherine started of slowly with one foot gliding over the other. Vincent bent down lower and loosened his hands on her hips. As they approached the first bend, Catherine slowed her pace and Vincent saw an opportunity he just couldn't miss. He tightened his hands on her hips and instinctively moved his feet to turn with her, copying exactly what she did as he followed closely behind her.

Vincent mimicked her movement, one feet over the other, sliding smoothly on the ice. Feeling confident about his newfound talent, he let go of her hips and skated beside her. "Hey," he smiled at her.

"Hi," she returned his smile. "You're a quick learner."

"I have a pretty good teacher," Vincent leaned lower and took her cold hand in his.

It was the first time Catherine felt happy in a long time. She felt safe with him and given her career it was a rare feeling. She smirked at him and squeezed his hand. "Thank you for taking me here, Vincent."

They continued to skate around the rink slowly and annoyed some teens who were racing. One missed his turn and fell on his behind while his friends laughed and passed him by. They narrowly avoided him and almost hit a family of three. Vincent raised their entwined hands when the small child tried to reach for it.

"Sorry," the mom called out after them.

Vincent turned his head and smiled at the family. "No worries."

"Vincent, watch out!" Catherine tried to pull him to change direction but was too late as an unsteady teen headed towards them.

Vincent let go of her hand and pushed her out of the way. Catherine balanced herself and stopped just in the nick of time as the teen crashed into Vincent, sending the both of them down on the cold ice. The teen landed on top of Vincent who hit his head against the ice floor.

The young teen pushed himself up and knelt on the ice as he tried to gain back his senses. Vincent winced in pain as his head throbbed and his chest started to burn. He moved aside and noticed the red stain on his long sleeve thermal.

"I'm sorry," the teen said in a frightened voice.

Vincent lookedup from his wound and saw the scared and much smaller teen. "It's okay, kid. Just watch where you're going next time."

"Vincent," Catherine knelt beside him. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"In pain but I'll live. Head hurts and my wound started to bleed again."

"Let's get you patched up in my apartment. We can come back here next time."

BATB

Vincent laid down on the couch as Catherine went to the bathroom to gather the first aid kit and aspirin. He moaned in pain as his body ached from the crash in the ice skate rink.

"Poor baby," Catherine teased as she made her way back towards him from the kitchen where she grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and a bottle of water for the aspirin.

Vincent sat up as she sat beside him and set the first aid kit on her lap. "Everything hurts," he whined some more as he had her undivided attention.

"Here put this on the back of your head," Catherine handed him a very cold ice pack. "And drink this," she took two aspirin out of the bottle and gave him the bottle of water. "Hopefully there's no swelling. I'm so sorry, Vincent."

"It's not like you were the one who crashed into me. Besides I had fun learning how to ice skate."

"Hopefully next time you won't get into an accident."

Vincent couldn't help but smile. "There's a next time?"

Catherine smiled sheepishly at her slip up. It's not that she was thinking about their future but it never crossed her mind that it would be the last time that they would be spending time together. "Well, uh, yeah. That's if you want."

"Maybe it's best if we stay in and just watch a movie. I need my wound to heal and at this rate, it will be awhile since people keep landing on it," he pouted as he looked down at the blood stain on his sweater.

"Let's get your bandage changed," Catherine opened the first aid kit and took out a few items. "How's your head?"

"Very cold at the moment," Vincent answered as he squeezed the ice pack that was currently sitting on his head. "Thanks for taking care of me, again," he paused and added.

"I need to remove your jacket and shirt."

Vincent smirked. "How long have you been waiting to say that?" he teased. "I will never ever say no to that request."

Her cheeks turned pink and hoped he didn't notice her blushing. Sometimes he was a bit intimidating with how comfortable he was.

"Sorry I didn't," he quickly added when he noticed the silence growing between them. "I wasn't thinking."

Catherine shook her head. "It's fine, Vincent, but I do need you to take off your jacket and shirt."

"Okay," Vincent replied and removed the ice pack from his head which felt a little better. He grimaced as he tried removing his jacket. The pain shot from his chest and throbbed.

"Let me help."

"Thanks."

Catherine pulled on the sleeve of his jacket and a helped him gently slide his left arm out. A feeling of relief took over his body as she removed his jacket and hung it on the back of the couch. "This might hurt a little bit," she said softly as she started to raise the hem of his thermal. Her soft fingertips grazed his body and he held his breath as he watched intently at her movements. The tight fitting thermal stopped just below his bandage. She looked up and met his eyes. "I have to take this off," her voice was much lower than usual.

Vincent nodded his still aching head and didn't dare utter a word as he heard every beat of her racing heart. It wouldn't take much for him to reveal exactly what was on his mind.

"Vincent, are you okay? Does it hurt?"

He shook his head once more. "Fine," he answered.

Catherine stood from the couch and placed her right knee beside him, on the edge of the couch. "Let me know if it starts to hurt."

Vincent raised his arms as she began to raise the hem of the thermal. Her soft fingertips trailed along his muscles as she removed his sweater. Forgetting his pain, he moaned at the warmth of her touch and the way her eyes looked deep into his. For a moment he forgot how to breathe and his heart skipped a beat as he gazed into those bright emerald eyes that could make him do anything she wanted.

"Catherine," he exhaled her name as he lowered his arms and placed both hands on her hips.

Catherine dropped his thermal on the floor as he gripped her hips tighter and pulled her towards him causing her to swing her leg over his and straddling his thighs. Vincent smiled as he stared at her and realized just how lucky he was. There was no one that could ever compare to her beauty and of all the millions of people she chose him.

Unable to contain his composure, Vincent wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. "You're so damn beautiful."

Catherine giggled nervously and bit her bottom lip. "Not bad yourself, handsome," she smiled as she traced his scar along his right cheek.

"Handsome? No one has ever called me that before. People look away because of my scar," he placed his hand over hers and stopped her fingers from reminding him of what he was. "But those who stare look at me differently, like I'm some kind of monster."

Catherine shook her head. "You're no monster, Vincent," she whispered as she cautiously raised her other hand and gently cupped his face. "I know the sacrifices you've made for this country and its freedom. Every soldier deserves our appreciation and gratitude."

Vincent took a deep breath as he tried processing everything she said. He tightened his arms around her waist causing her to lean closer and she softly placed her forehead on his when he splayed his large hands on the small of her back. He inhaled her scent, taking everything in about her as their bodies came closer. Their nose touched and grazed, softly caressing in a soft kiss.

"Catherine," Vincent panted her name against her plump lips and tasted the sweetness of her breath.

Goosebumps formed on her soft skin as her heart began to race. He immediately recognized the rhythmic melody of her heartbeat and how fast it was racing. His hands crawled up along her curves, raising her top and exposing the small of her back to the chilly temperature of the apartment. Catherine lowered her hand to his chest and felt his exhilarated heartbeat against her palm.

"Your heart is racing," she whispered.

Vincent nodded and moved the fallen strands of her hair behind her ears. He gently ran his long fingers through her hair and buried them deep within her long locks as he stared at her lips.

They never heard the rustling of keys or heard the sound of stilletos against the hardwood floor as it made its way through to the open front door until it was too late. A mortified Heather quickly shut her eyes after entering the living room and witnessing her older sister in a compromising position.

"Shit! Sorry. I didn't see anything I swear."

"Heather!" Catherine squealed in surprise as she pulled away and tried to regain some kind of composure. She quickly climbed off Vincent and stood up with bright red cheeks that was difficult to hide.

"This is embarrassing. I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll be in my room. Good night," Heather quickly ran towards the hallway while covering her eyes with her hand and as soon as she reached her room, she shut the door behind her.

"Oh god, I can't believe she saw that. What the hell was I thinking?!" Catherine shook her head in embarrassment.

Vincent cleared his throat and sat up straight on the couch. "I can change my own bandage," he quickly added. "I'll be out of your way as soon as I'm done here. If you don't mind, I need to borrow your phone to call JT. I don't think I can walk home with this headache," his voice had a hint of sadness as he looked at an embarrassed Catherine. For a moment he forgot just what kind of man he was. After all, he'd done plenty of things as a soldier that he could never erase and take back.

"Oh Vincent, I didn't mean it that way," Catherine shook her head once more. "I just meant," she started off but couldn't finish her thoughts that was quickly running away from her.

"You don't have to explain anything. I get it. I understand. I'll just patch myself up and get going."

"Vincent, you can barely move your arm without hurting."

"Don't worry, I've done this plenty of times. It's no big deal. It's just a bandage," Vincent said dejectedly as he noticed the pensive look on her face. "It was still all worth it," he tried his best to smile. "If I could do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing. I'd take the bullet again to save your life."

Catherine started to get tears in her eyes as he spoke of things she never heard before. Not once did she ever imagine that someone would risk their life for hers. "Vincent," she managed to say his name but was at a lost for words.

"Sit," he said softly and gently tugged on her hand.

Catherine nodded her head and sat beside him. "I have a lot to think about."

Vincent nodded in agreement. "But you don't have to think about all of it now. We can just go back to what we were doing. I don't want the night to end just yet and I still need my bandage changed."

"Okay," Catherine replied. "But you have to promise to keep your hands to yourself," she teased to keep the mood lighthearted. She carefully peeled off the bloodied gauze and tape from his chest and placed it face up on the coffee table beside the first aid kit. "Let's try this again and hopefully there will be no more interruptions," she joked as she picked up the three items she took out earlier and placed it on her thighs.

"I can't promise anything," he smirked at her.

Catherine rolled her eyes at him and kept their playful banter going. "Behave or else you'll have to do this yourself."

Vincent pouted. "But my arm still hurt."

"Big baby," Catherine teased as she tore open the packet of sterilized wipe and cleaned off the dried blood on his chest revealing newly and crooked stitches. "What happened to your wound? Why did you get new stitches?"

"Just helping a friend. First year and all, we need to make sure he's capable when we're out there in the middle of nowhere. He's the only doctor in our unit."

"He needs to do a better job and tighten the stitching. You'll be more prone to getting infections. You need to make sure your wound is always clean."

"Yes ma'am," Vincent teased and laughed.

"I'm serious, Vincent. You need to change the bandage everyday. I can't believe the Army let you leave like this. What if it gets infected?" she asked in an annoyed tone as she ripped open a packet of sterile gauze and placed it over his wound. "Hold this."

Vincent placed his hand over hers and held it. "I'm okay. Wound is healing just fine and I haven't had an infection since I was a kid. Good to know how much you care about me."

"Vincent," she looked up and met his eyes. There was no denying the way they felt for each other or what they both wanted since the moment on the balcony overlooking Central Park.

Vincent licked his lips as he stared at hers. "I want to kiss you but I'm not going to because if I do I won't be able to stop."

Catherine slowly slid her hand away from his and tried to control her racing heart. "I just have to tape this then you're all done," she tried to forget how close they were to from what they both wanted but this time it was her fear that interrupted them. She kept herself distracted by ripping a few pieced of tape and placing them on the corners in a diagonal to keep the bandage in place. "All done," she said as she picked up his thermal long sleeve from the floor and gave it to him.

Careful not to aggravate his wound, Vincent took his time putting his thermal on. "Are we?" he asked, unwilling to drop to the subject of ending their night with a simple bandage change. "If I asked, will you let me kiss you?"

There was silence between deep breaths and sighs. Catherine saw the sadness in his eyes as she tried to find the right words to explain but even she couldn't think of it. There were too many things going through her head. She was worried about what her sister saw and what she let happen with Vincent. How could she let things go so far with him? What would have happened if they kissed? Was she ready for a relationship after avoiding one for so long?

"Listen, it's fine. I'm the one who pushed for this date when you weren't ready and you're not ready. I get it now. I just hope that you'll still give me," Vincent paused then corrected himself. "Us a chance when you are ready," he pushed himself up from the couch and winced in pain but tried to push through it as he stood up. "This is nothing. It's just a wound and it will heal. In time it will. There will be a scar and it'll remind me of you every time I see it," he pointed to his wounded chest. "But the pain means nothing if this all ends here tonight. Catherine," he cautiously moved closer to her until he could feel her heartbeat against his chest and warm breath on his neck. "I know that my life won't be the same if you're not in it."

"Vincent," she shivered underneath his hopeful gaze. "You can't possibly know that."

"I do, cause I feel it here," Vincent grabbed her right hand and placed it over his racing heart. "I've never been more afraid in my life and I've been through hell and back. Catherine," he whispered against her lips as he softly placed his forehead on hers. "I don't know what happened in your past but all I know is that I want to be part of your future. Please give us a chance."

"I," Catherine pressed her palm to his racing heart. "I don't know. I've been through so much these past couple of years and I don't know if I can give you what you want."

"You don't have to make me any promises. I just want you to try. We'll take things slow but every now and then I want more than just our morning jogs at the park. Maybe, in a few days I can take you out for lunch and hopefully that will turn into dinner."

"Vincent," she tried to push herself away from him and put some distance between them but he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Can you look me in the eye and tell me that you don't feel the same way and that you don't care about me?"

Catherine shook her head and looked away from his pleading brown eyes. The same brown eyes that looked into hers when she was pleading for him not to die and leave her. It wasn't long ago when they first met and she cried and prayed for his life not to be taken so soon from her. Fate couldn't possibly be so cruel to them. How could they be brought together only to be pulled apart as if the other never existed? She never felt more strongly about someone and it scared her.

Vincent groaned in pain and loosened his hold on her before falling backwards on the couch. Catherine, thankful for another interruption but also worried, immediately went to check on him.

"What's wrong? Is it your chest? I knew that was horrible stitching."

"My head," Vincent responded weakly. "Just felt dizzy for a second."

"Do you still feel dizzy or nauseous?"

"It'll pass. I'll be fine," he tried to sound normal but his head was throbbing and hoped she didn't notice.

"You might have a mild concussion. You hit your head pretty hard on the ice. Lay down and keep the ice pack on your head," Catherine leaned over and carefully helped him lie down. "Try not to fall asleep."

"Can I borrow your phone? If it's not too late JT might be able to come here and get me."

"You shouldn't be moving around. Give me his number and I'll send him a text. I'll let him know what happened and that you're staying here. I have an extra blanket in my room that you can use. I'll be back."

"Wait," Vincent grabbed her hand and stopped her from walking away. "Are you okay with me staying here tonight?"

"I have a lot to think about but that doesn't mean I'm going to send you out in the cold. Just give me some time, Vincent."

"Okay," he nodded. "I'll be here when you are ready."

"I know," she replied and squeezed his hand before walking away.