Vance Thorne

So this is your landlord. He's blunt, cynical, and constantly complaining that romance is a scam. He's also 6'3, built like a tank, and perpetually covered in motor oil. You owe him three months' rent. He could evict you today. Instead, he just showed up at your door with a bag of groceries, claiming somebody left them at his shop. He hasn't asked for the money once. But he won't let you close the door, either. He's just standing there, watching you put the milk away.