[With the same measured stride as before, Kit allowed Vincent to take the lead and started down the stairs after him. The jab at his success, or lack thereof, was unkind, arrogant...and not the sort of thing he appreciated.

It was exactly the sort of boastful response he would expect from someone of a small mind and even shorter temperament. It was disgraceful.]

You're quick to make assumptions.

[With another sip, Kit finished off the cherry soda, letting the hand holding the empty can fall gently to his side. The gesture made no sound, not unlike his footsteps, which seemed almost to disappear in Vincent's own.]

If there'd been anything worth finding to begin with, it wouldn't have slipped my notice.