"I reheated your pizza," said Vincent.
Reeve, commendably, did not scream. After a moment he sighed, slid off the recliner and replaced the headset above the VR monitor screens.
"You could have called," he said.
Silence.
Reeve didn't bother to ask how he'd gotten in. The pizza smelt delicious. He was suddenly aware that he hadn't eaten for... for...
He reached for the cardboard box, and Vincent caught his wrist. Reeve blinked down at the metal vise.
"What," he began. But Vincent was already across the room, in a swirl of red.
"The real you," he said. "It's a start."