By the time Vinnie got back to the stadium dance floor, his trainer was nowhere to be seen - something that he rather expected to happen, really. It was probably better that way. The things weighing on Vinnie's mind made the execution of small talk kind of awkward and meaningless. This talk he needed to have... this selfish but meaningful request had to get off his chest before he could really move forward. And he was very, very tired of stagnating the way he was.

So, after a little bit more mingling with folks he hadn't seen in a while, he dropped Red a text just to double-check that the trainer was, in fact, in his room. The Venusaur's other plans would have to wait for later. He headed over to BE-02, and sucked in a deep breath before reaching for the doorknob.

As usual, he forgot to knock as he opened the door. "Hey, Red?"