[Vincent nodded. He knew a thing or two about long stories. He moved a little closer, taking a seat near her, but not near enough to invade her personal space, watching the fireworks instead of her. It seemed less intrusive that way.]
I'm familiar with long stories. [And if being shot, but that was his own, very long, very sad story.] ...you survived. That's something.
Fireworks
I'm familiar with long stories. [And if being shot, but that was his own, very long, very sad story.] ...you survived. That's something.