Another wave of guilt flowed through him as Vincent yelps when he wakes up. If he wasn't frowning before he is now and his mood sinks lower. "Get up, we are going out," he said throwing a leather jacket into the room letting it land at Vincent's feet. This was all against his better judgment and he knew he'd regret it later, but it'd free him of guilt . At least that is what he hoped, Alexander turned away and began to leave. "I'll be in the kitchen, do not make me wait." His bitter attitude seeping through now. It was intentionally aimed at Vincent, but seeing as he was the only one there to be on the receiving end. He sulked off to the kitchen to wait.