Oh but he could read her emotions far more easily. Even the half-hearted glare told him much, and he shook his head at himself. "I didn't......" A sigh, and he trailed off. No, Vincent had not meant to upset her, and there were still so many things they needed to talk about with each other.

"I am sorry, for your loss." He finally decided to say, then moved to lean against the Library wall. "But I am glad you are here. I worried, that I would be too late." Trying to give her some distance, to give himself some as well. Too easy to wound each other still, without care taken.