The stars sprinkle across the dark sky, streetlights poured over the streets of the busy city. Rain dripped down Vincent's visor as he sped between cars, particularly angry that night. He'd gotten so worked up about Guest, that he couldn't focus, the need to confess ate at his soul. He didn't notice the light turning red just as he passed it, car almost wiped him out, but he snapped back to reality fast enough. 30 minutes pass with his heart racing fast enough to be audible, mind locked on the thought of Guest. For once in his angry life, his palms were sweaty on the handles of his bike. Gosh, Guest really did a number on him. He made it to Guest's apartment building, parking his bike and hopping off. The inside was...concerning to Vincent; paint peeling, cracks webbing across walls, weird stains, and a musty smell. It was still a place to live, but he still worried about Guest's financial situation. Now, he walked past the front desk and to the elevator, jabbing the button with his thick finger, thinking it would come down faster that way. After waiting what felt like an eternity, the elevator came and he jabbed the button to the 4th floor. Swaying on the heels of his feet with the boredom of a child, annoyed at waiting to see Guest. At last, he came to Guest's door and unlocked it with a spare key he had. Hey, brat. you awake? I got your stupid drink like you asked me to...he grunted, although he was secretly happy to get something for Guest, but he would never show it.