Vandelin, [Kit starts to say, but Vandelin has already fled from him to the bare living room on the first level of the floor. Grimacing, Kit chafes a hand against the top of his bald head, unsure of whether or not to follow--but in a moment he clambers down the rickety ladder leading to the first floor.]

..Vandelin?

[It's weird to wonder whether he should be asking if he should leave his own house, but--well, if the shoe were on the other foot, would he want anyone to bear witness to him losing his composure like this? Maybe that's reason enough for him to stay. He takes a few more steps closer and reaches out to touch Vandelin's shoulder, hesitates, then lets his palm rest against his arm.]