[What was he thinking with this white suit. Vinnie stood, and no amount of dusting himself off was going to get rid of the dirt smeared on his butt. Dry cleaning, awesome.

His smile was more confident now, even with the uncertainty that lingered over him. That feeling was simply the absence of a weight that had been on his shoulders for long, long time - if he was still shaky, it was because he wasn't used to feeling untethered and light.]