For Reeve

[emovampboy]

When it came to use of his phone, Vincent was very much like Cloud. He left it on, received messages and listened to or read them, but quite rarely responded. The few times he did respond tended to be if he deemed an actual answer to be required, or when from time to time Marlene got hold of Cloud or Tifa's phone and contacted him. Since it was so rare for her to do so, he always took it as a good thing to answer.

Which meant he had answered when she called him a few days after a message from Tifa asking him to come to a party for the girl, which he had ignored; his first mistake. Once answered, the girl had spent several minutes speaking to him, until suddenly springing the question of if he were coming to her party and making it quite impossible for him to really say no without seeming like a total heel, and so he agreed to go; his second mistake. And then he had made his third mistake - actually going.

At first, it really wouldn't have seemed to have been a bad idea. He knew everyone who was invited, how they acted around one another, and that Tifa would keep the whole group from going completely crazy over the course of the night, but he had not expected having to assist in breaking up one of Cloud and Barrett's squabbles when the woman had to leave for a short time to fetch something, and honestly he was glad that Reeve was invited and could help diffuse the situation with; especially when Yuffie and a very unhelpful Cid decided it would be a great idea to bet on who would win if they actually took to fistacuffs over whatever stupid thing it was this time which set them off.

All of this had left him rather done with company, and as soon as Tifa was back to be the adult in the situation, he'd snuck outside for some relative peace and quiet.

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[plate_builder]

"The me behind him," Reeve agrees easily. "Was a lot easier to do when one considers Cait wasn't trusted for a while. Of course it would have been more reasonable not to put someone untrusted at your back but..."

Well, theirs wasn't the most tactically sound group, now were they?

[emovampboy]

"You weren't distrusted as much as you might have been, considering your eventual turning away from Shinra." Vincent finally seems to think about his hair again, reaching up to check it before untying it. "Do you want the cloth I borrowed back?"

[plate_builder]

"You're welcome to it," Reeve assures him with a smile. "Suppose we should see if your clothes are dry enough to wear, right?"

[emovampboy]

"I suppose so." Vincent stands. "We should also see if the rain has let up."

[plate_builder]

"I can address the clothing issue," Reeve assures him, pushing to his feet to head to the drier. "Check the window."

[emovampboy]

Vincent nods, moving to the window to check outside, and when Reeve returns, he's still standing by it. "Still raining, but not as heavy. By the time we are ready to go eat, hopefully it will be done"

[plate_builder]

"Hopefully so," Reeve agrees, smiling as he pulls Vincent's cape from the dryer. Nice enough. "I don't know about the rest though."

[emovampboy]

"We have some time to finish drying it if it's not dry enough." Vincent smiles just a little, and turns to look out the window again. "It's kind of soothing though, when you're not out In it."

[plate_builder]

"It is," Reeve agrees, crossing to join Vincent at the window. "I enjoy it. The sound of it on the roof. It's beautiful."

[emovampboy]

"Yeah." Vincent closes his eyes, leaning back against the window to get a better listen.

[plate_builder]

Truly Vincent is beautiful like this. Seems so peaceful. For a moment Reeve hesitates before moving a step closer. Moves enough to lean against Vincent. Not enough with weight, but the slightest pressure. A reassurance that he is there.

"Second most beautiful sound I've heard today."

[emovampboy]

Vincent can hear the movement, but is still a bit surprised when he feels Reeve, eyes opening to glance down. "My heart..?"

[plate_builder]

"Haven't had a chance to hear that," Reeve laughs. "And my line is, I'd say, a tiny bit less cliched. Your voice, teasing me. I'm not used to people making light with me. I love that."

Works for him.

[emovampboy]

"What do you mean?" As their is a difference in height, It's easy for Vincent to lightly brush Reeve's hair, curious to see what reaction he might get.

[plate_builder]

"I mean you have a wonderful voice, and I'm pleased to hear you," Reeve says, and he leans into that minor touch. "And these days I hear two kinds of voices. Those condemning me because of the WRO and my Shinra past. And those looking to me for guidance. You do neither. You tease, and perhaps if I'm not wrong, flirt. And I like it."

[emovampboy]

Flirting? Well, he was certainly trying before, but it's good to know it works. But he understands what Reeve means, and his hand brushes that hair a little more. "I've reason for neither of those things, although I would ask for guidance if I needed it."

It's not said, but hopefully Reeve gets the unsaid bit behind his last words; he trusts Reeve enough that he would seek the man out for help.

[plate_builder]

"And I would offer what I had," Reeve assures him with a smile. Because of course he would. Vincent is a friend, he'd always offer what help he can.

[emovampboy]

Vincent nods a bit, gently pulling Reeve nearer him. "We should find something else to do for the next hour or so."

[plate_builder]

There's nothing lost in allowing Vincent to pull him closer, and so Reeve does, with no hesitation. "Trouncing me at cards is not enough? I'm sorry, I don't tend to come with much to entertain with. I don't spend as much time here as I'd like."

[emovampboy]

"I'm sure we can figure something out." And then, as if realizing that could be taken all wrong, Vincent clears his throat. "Perhaps... You could show me some art of yours that isn't architectural?"

[plate_builder]

Well, Reeve hadn't taken it wrong, and he isn't doing so now. But he takes the cleared throat as a sign of a desire for renewed distance, and moves away.

"I have some around here somewhere," Reeve agrees. He'll have to dig out a sketchbook that doesn't have his business associates in it. Not like he can get a lot of people to sit still when he's got a pen and paper in hand these days.

[emovampboy]

Vincent has no way to correct that thought since it's not spoken, but allows Reeve to move and search for what he needs, he himself moving to find somewhere to sit.

[plate_builder]

The best place to sit is of course on the bed. Reeve, meanwhile, is digging into a desk drawer before he brings out a notebook. One of a few he had filled with notes during the time he worked as Cait Sith in Avalanche.

"This will all be stuff from when you traveled with Cait."

Reeve always phrases it like that. As if he wasn't one of them.

[emovampboy]

Vincent takes the notebook once it's actually offered, beginning to flip through the pages a little. "I'm surprised you had time with all that was going on to sketch or do much in general."

[plate_builder]

"Directing Cait could be simple," Reeve admits. "And as you see it's mostly in an observation notebook. When you guys weren't saying much I had to do something."