Vincent had hovered about a mile away, looking at the building, after the emergence back into New York.
He was, quite simply, terrified. He still didn't know what he was going to say.
But, it's his home. He can't stay away for long, now that he can see it again. He sets down on the roof and descends towards the common area. He takes the stairs rather than the lift, wanting extra time to brace himself.
He walks into the room, already knowing who to expect there.
"I'm home..."
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