"So, what was last night about?" 

Scott looked up at Vincent, who was standing in front of a mirror across the room, his back to Scott. He'd finally taken to his hair with a brush and was currently attempting to get all the tangles out. 

"What do you mean?" Scott's tone was almost bored. He knew exactly what Vincent meant. He didn't want to have this conversation. Not here, not now. He'd barely got his mind around what went on last night. He chewed on his lip, one knee pulled to his chest and the other leg stretched out. 

"Well..." Vincent hissed as the brush got caught in a particularly large knot, "Ow, ow, ow... Well, you went and talked to your psychologist sister and suddenly you don't even want to touch me anymore. And don't blame it on needing some space because if there's one thing I've learnt from you it's that you're either cuddling someone or wishing you were cuddling someone." 

Scott sighed, falling backwards onto the bed, "I don't want to talk about it, Vincent."

"No? Come on, hon. I know something's troubling you. Big time. I'm here to talk to you. You can't be in a relationship if you don't talk about everything. The bad things, the good things, the plain embarrassing things..." Vincent pulled the hairbrush all the way through his hair, which was finally starting to look silky again, "I'm not going to ask you again, but... Would you rather worry about it by yourself, or talk to someone?" 

Scott sighed, running his hands down his face exhaustedly.  He didn't want to say it. He didn't want it to be true. He didn't want any confirmation of the fact that his boyfriend could be unstable. Although... he supposed that relationships are supposed to be based on trust. On respect, and... on honesty. Maybe... Vincent could give some closure to the rumour. Somehow disprove it.

Scott sighed. Curse his stupid heart. 

He rolled onto his side so that he could see Vincent fully. "Last night," he started, and then hesitated for just one second, taking a deep breath, "Last night Linda told me you might be a psychopath." 

Scott saw Vincent stiffen for a terrifying half-second, before he started laughing. He put down the hairbrush, turning around to face Scott. "That's what all of this is about? You think I might be mental? You're such a nerd, Scott. I'm not a psychopath." 

"Mmmgh," Scott whined, "She said psychopaths never know if they are or not..." Scott groaned, getting to his knees on the bed, "I'm so worried about you, Vincent. What if you're not okay? We'd have no idea until it's too late. Until you do something..." Scott frowned, his shoulders slumping, "Something you regret. Or worse, Vincent... Something you don't." 

Vincent's eyes widened. "Geez, does it really worry you that much?" He walked over to the bed, sitting next to Scott, crossing his legs. He offered a gentle smile, "Scott, I'm really flattered that you're so worried about me. Is there anything I could do that would make you less worried?"

"I don't know," Scott bemoaned, "It's all so confusing, Vincent. There's no way of knowing that you are, but there's no way of knowing that you're not. I want to know the person I'm in love with, Vin. I don't want to find out... he's someone else."

Vincent's smile disappeared, "Oh." He looked down at the sheets, "Okay. Well, then... The question you have to ask yourself is... Does it matter?" He sighed, looking up at Scott, "Scott, if I was a psychopath, would you really stop loving me?" 

Scott's eyes widened, "Oh, Vincent, of course not." He hesitated for a moment, before leaning forward, into Vincent's arms, "That's not what I meant to say. I-I... I'll love you no matter what, Vincent. Through thick and thin. For better or for worse." He smiled slightly. "I guess... I'm just scared... that you're not... who I think you are." 

Vincent paused for just a moment, before carefully wrapping his arms around Scott, "Scott... discovering that I'm a psychopath doesn't mean I'd just... change. You know who I am, already. If I am a psychopath, I've been so all my life. It's... just a little add-on." 

"Yeah..." Scott whispered, and then louder, "Yeah. Thank you, Vincent." He let out a deep breath, "But... what if you're hiding something from me? You... you don't have any secrets, right?" Scott pulled away from him just enough that he could look him in the eyes, "Vincent, you've never..." Scott swallowed thickly, half of him terrified of the answer, "You've never... killed someone, have you?"

"Are you... Are you referring to what I think you're referring to?" Vincent sounded hurt. He looked hurt. "After-After almost a year of dating, are you serious?  Do you still think...?" 

Scott looked down, "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I couldn't help thinking about it." 

Vincent looked at him a moment more, before sighing, "Scotty, honey. My beautiful, amazing, wonderful, dear boyfriend. You know I love you more than anyone else in the world. You know me better than any person in the world. Do you really think I'm a bad guy?" 

Scott finally dragged his eyes up to meet Vincent's. He smiled softly, tilting his head and leaning in slightly. 

Vincent shifted slightly, his hands sliding up Scott's back as he leaned in as well, both of their eyes sliding closed as their lips collided. 

Scott sighed into the kiss, moving his hand to cup the side of Vincent's face, wrapping his free arm around his neck. Gawd, when Vincent kissed him he felt it way down in his knees, making his fingers tingle and making everything feel so right. Linda could give him as much bad news as she wanted. One kiss from Vincent fixed everything. He never knew that love could feel like this. That it could be so powerful.

Scott gently pulled away, their lips parting with a soft sound. "No..." he said. "I don't think you're a bad guy." He giggled, leaning his forehead against Vincent's, "I think I'm the psycho one, for even doubting you for a second." 

"Maybe Linda's the psycho one," Vincent grinned. "Maybe your whole family are psychos!" He pushed Scott backwards on the bed, pinning down his arms with one hand, his grin widening as his other hand went to attack Scott ferociously in all the places he was ticklish (everywhere).

"AhAHAHAha! VIn-HahAHA! STOP!" Scott laughed helplessly, writhing underneath his boyfriend.  "Stop - AahaAHHAHA- STOP it!" He screeched, arching his back and only giving Vincent more room to tickle.

"Only when you say, 'I love Vincent, psycho or not'," Vincent grinned. 

"AahAHHAHA I- I- HAHAH-STOP IT- I love- AAHAHA- I love Vincent!" Scott gasped for breaths between laughter, his eyes starting to water with tears, "Psycho or not!" 

Vincent finally let go of Scott, rolling over on the bed and flopping, "Ah. Tickling you is exhausting." 

"Exhausting for you?!" Scott panted, rolling over to face him, his face red from laughing, and his eyes narrowed into a deathly glare, "I could hardly breathe!" He punched Vincent on the arm.

"Well," Vincent leaned in, "Now you know how I feel every time I look at you~" 

Scott had half a second to look confused, and then half a second to groan at the cheesiness before Vincent pounced on him once again, this time going in for another kiss. 

Scott huffed, refusing to kiss back and instead reaching out for a pillow. He picked it up and threw it on Vincent's back. 

Vincent pulled away abruptly, "Oh, so it's a pillow fight you want?" 

Scott hummed, getting to his knees on the bed and grabbing a pillow, "Prepare to get annihilated, Grape." 

"You said that to me at laser tag when this all started," Vincent grabbed another pillow and whistled, "Damn, that feels like centuries ago." 

"Ew, I can't believe I was ever that salty and straight," Scott wrinkled his nose, "Disgust--OOF!" He gasped as a pillow hit him square in the mouth. 

"We have work in half an hour!" He reminded Vincent as he slammed his pillow into Vincent's side. 

"Who cares?" Vincent poffed Scott right on the top of his head with the pillow, "Who needs work when I've got this?" He slammed the pillow another three times into Scott.

"Oww! Well you're a dork," Scott dropped his pillow and tackled Vincent, somehow managing to topple him over so they both fell, giggling, onto the bed. 

"I really gotta get ready for work," Scott kissed Vincent's shoulder, up his neck and on the underside of his chin, "I'm still in pyjamas." 

"Mmm, do you have to?" Vincent asked, leaning down to kiss Scott's forehead, "I just wanna day home with you. Just us, and pillow fights and tickles and cuddles and kisses. Pleeeeease?"

"Me too," Scott sighed, nuzzling into Vincent's chest, "Unfortunately there are bills to pay, and mouths to feed, and Boss to impress so we can be promoted." 

Vincent groaned, "Being an adult sucks. Alright, fine. Go get ready."

"Thanks, Vinny," Scott got on his hands and knees, leaning down one last time to leave a kiss on the tip of Vincent's nose, "Love you."

"I love you, too," Vincent smiled. 

(( S/O TO scott_im_a_freak for this BEAUTIFUL fanart of Vincent!!! Tysm!!! ))