Vinnie's gaze was telltale as it flickered over to where Sasha lay, then briefly to Erika, before returning to an empty stare at the ground. His downcast expression was evidence enough that whatever injury he had sustained was not trivial - but talking about it in front of his sister was not something he could feel comfortable about yet. Simply looking at the two of them, Sasha was already a lot worse off. Coupled with the burden of her shame, there was no way that Vinnie was ready to talk about his long term handicap to her.

He still wanted to protect her, even if it was from his own despair. And while he had convinced himself it was entirely for her sake, the truth was he couldn't bear going from the protective older brother in her eyes to being the deadweight of the team.

It was pathetic. But - even if it pained him to admit it - he couldn't ask for Erika's expertise in helping him if he didn't tell her the entire truth. Vinnie sighed, feeling his insides twist into nothingness.

"Can we... talk about it in private?"