Vincent was spending a lot of time in his cell, these days. To be honest, he'd already been spending a lot of time in here even Before the first trial verdicts were given, but afterwards it had become a lot more tempting to just sit and rot in his cell instead of going out and being social. He knew it would probably be better for him to keep busy in at different rooms from time to time, to be at least minority social, but…
Did he really deserve even that much? It was getting harder not to just agree with any voices he heard telling him as much these days. He'd barely managed to keep leaving sometimes to just grab a new book or actually go eat or shower.
A voice at the door, though… Even before Bow-Wow clarifies that it's him, Vincent immediately recognizes his voice, and snaps out of whatever voices he was currently giving a little too much thought enough to stand up and stumble over to the door. Having a longer straitjacket than most was perhaps not Ideal when it then being restricted like this when it came to walking normally.
And then, he opens the cell door.
"Hello, Bow-Wow. What is that you…?" His slightly more tired looking eyes flick to the makeup under Bow-Wow's arm, and he raises his eyebrows just slightly. "Ah, so you did manage to get the makeup from the wardens. I'm assuming you want to take me up on my offer…?"
Unless he was here for an unrelated reason, but that was his own best guess.
"How… are you doing, also? I saw you were forgiven, but…" Well, that didn't mean there wasn't still shit going on for Bow-Wow.
