[He tenses at the sight of the scissors, and tries not to think of the sound of hair getting cut from that dream. Suddenly he falters, unsure, because knowing Vincent cut his hair for whatever reason and seeing him hold scissors-- It's his greatest fear, and so he suddenly feels. Stuck.

But.

Damn it, this isn't the time. Answers are right here in his reach and he's not about to let some stupid fear overtake them. He needs--]

Put those things away.

[His voice does tremble a bit, but it still holds an edge, a demand. Getting this fear shoved at him does make him, well, pretty much dangerous, murderous.

It's not something you want to try too recklessly.]