[The death grip on his hand isn't missed, though he doesn't complain. His patience has no end as they make their way up to level ground again, then just across a short hall and to the bedroom.]

Indeed, I do. One wouldn't be without the other. [He spares the man a glance at the confession, brows raised behind his bangs. That Vincent could see grim reapers wasn't new to him. That he had seemed to see so many was. He thought it might be something that came and went.] There are some things that people are not meant to see. How often had you seen them?