[Maybe Vinnie could tell, but his presence became unwelcome almost as soon as he stepped in the door. Marie had said he missed him, told him where he was, but at that moment he wanted to backtrack on all of that. Go back to being a snot who forced himself not to care.

He bristled when Vinnie addressed him. With such familiarity, too.

Marie didn't look at Vinnie, keeping his eyes on his hands as he picked at his fingernails. He took his time before responding. Mulling over his response like it was going to be something grand.]

I don't know what you want me to talk about...