Vince, the beautiful siren.
He looks for a sailor to seduce. Any volunteers?
series two, episode six → the nightmare of milky joe
"it’s no plight. the weather’s nice, we’ve got food now..it’s all good. it’s like a little beach holiday.”
In which Vince manages to perfectly sum up their relationship in a single sentence.
God’s sake, Howard, you’re on a desert island with this beautiful creature, take the opportunity!
It really is a perfect summation of both of their outlooks, and their dynamic. Put them on a desert island, and Vince will make the best of it: he sees it as an extended vacation in a tropical paradise, and still finds a way to incorporate the things that are important to him (i.e., fashion, making things, and spending time with Howard). Howard, on the other hand, can only think about all the things he doesn’t have—even if he never really had them in the first place. Vince thinks that happiness is where you find it, but Howard is afraid to be happy, because dissatisfaction is so familiar to him… and on a certain level, he doesn’t seem to think he deserves it. (That, and he’s made the common mistake of thinking that suffering is deep.)
This might the most Vincey line in the entire series and I love it a ridiculous amount. Because of course leaves can be in or out of fashion - and of course Howard’s are out. Well out.
Also, there’s the aspect that this is a thinly veiled attempt to get tan, muscular shipwreck Howard out of his clothes - and into Vince’s
I am not proud I laughed at your faux-Freudian slip, but I did! I love that when
Howard gets all dolled up, he has a flower behind his ear and is looking rather pretty. I like to think he’s following Vince and trying to bring androgyny to the kids.
I kind of love that idea that, because Vince is Howard’s only regular exposure to the world of trendy clothing, he’d try to imitate Vince when he’s trying to come off as a fashion-forward guy. What he doesn’t understand is that Vince wears trendy WOMEN’S clothing…
all my hopes are memory, all that’s left for me is… isolation, isolation, isolation.
Howard’s worst fear: that he’ll ultimately drive away everybody, even Vince, and be left alone.