Vinnie caught the look in his direction, no doubt of course that Char would be feeling territorial about anyone shoeing in on his team. But then, if Char had an issue with it, he could very kindly go and stick it up his bullet-ridden ass.

Between following his gut and following his heart, he wasn't sure which one was more reliable. (His brain, he could at least acknowledge, was mostly useless.) Neither of them had a stellar track record in the past, but at this point, he could at least trust his gut to be a bit more reliable in what it wanted.

Vinnie frowned disapprovingly at Char. Derogatory comments towards his sister still weren't okay. "And if you do follow it, you get shot anyway, huh?" Stare. "That's a helluva choice."