Her laugh was echoed with one of his own, mostly at the thought of NYC being anything approaching affordable. "And you think it was in mine? Girl, I moved there with a buncha musicians and theater geeks; an apartment the size of mine, we'd have packed in two to four of us! Kinda weird having it to myself," he admitted, a little more quietly.
And then he died. Not literally, but for a brief second Vinnie could swear he felt his heart stop. In the second after, he gave silent thanks that she probably couldn't feel his pulse through his palm, and that they were both busy winding their way through the crowd without losing one another. It gave him a few moments to gather his thoughts so he could.. not lie, but decide what truth to tell her. The next time they paused, he squeezed her hand before leaning up to speak softly in her ear. "The city was making me sick. Like, really sick."