emovampboy | For Reeve

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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emovampboy

Too much communication from Vincent would probably be more concerning than the irregular amount he manages to send over the time between Reeve leaving and the next time he shows up.

Likely, Reeve's first warning that Vincent has returned will be whichever of his security personnel comes to warn him that Vincent has re-appeared and probably looking paler than usual.

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plate_builder

Reeve is shocked when the message comes, given he had been in the middle of a meeting at the small building he had taken for work while managing Edge's construction work. With a curt word he excuses himself from the assemblage, because frankly they clearly needed to argue over supply needs for a while, and followed the head of his security out.

And he doesn't bother to hold back rushing to the former-Turk when he catches sight of how he is.

"Vincent! What happened? Are you alright?"

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emovampboy

Why everyone, himself included, asked such questions when it was obvious that the other person was not okay, no one would probably ever be able to answer. Maybe it was just natural, and a way to start a conversation?

Whatever it was, Vincent looks up, giving the obvious answer. "I found something. And ran out of potions."

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plate_builder

Dear lord. Reeve reaches out, a hand settling on Vincent's cheek as he channeled his strongest curative spell into the man.

"You need to rest. Reports can wait."

With a gesture Reeve sent one of his security detail off to collect the car.

"Would you like me to rent you a room at the inn?"

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emovampboy

"Anywhere I can rest is fine." He reaches beneath his cloak, bringing out a small case to hand to Reeve; an SD card for a phone. "Details of what I found."

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plate_builder

Those details can wait.

"Let me take you home," Reeve suggests, his voice soft and abundantly concerned. And, after a moment of hesitation, he guides a curative spell into Vincent as well. Something to keep him going.

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emovampboy

Vincent nods, giving Reeve just the faintest look of gratitude, before sighing as if he can breathe a little easier. He will also let Reeve take point this time, aware his speed is decereased and that he is probably favoring his left.

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plate_builder

He looks bad, and concern is there in every little twitch of Reeve's body. He guides Vincent back outside, the meeting isn't nearly as important as this right now. Soon he's helping Vincent into his car and once the door is closed he reaches out to touch Vincent's left side.

"What happened?"

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emovampboy

Vincent carefully presses Reeve's hand away; no use the man poking and sending him into pain. "Hojo seems to have kept some super-monsters hidden. Enough of them that I had issues until using Chaos."

Which he hated doing.

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plate_builder

Oh dear.

"Of course he did. Bastard of a man," Reeve snarls, hardly amused. But at least that was a danger that could be avoided in the future. "Would you prefer I find a doctor for you?"

He figures not, but he still wanted to offer.

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emovampboy

Vincent shakes his head slightly at the question. He obviously doesn't want to deal with doctors if he can avoid it, but he does speak as well. "I just need a bit of time to rest."

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plate_builder

Well, that's all he needs. He nods and settles back on his seat. Soon enough they've arrived at the apartment and Reeve guides them out and into the building, slowly up the stairs.

"When was the last time you ate?"

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emovampboy

Vincent doesn't object to any help Reeve gives, knowing he certainly needs it at this point. The question earns a shake of his head, however. "Not sure. Maybe two days?"

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plate_builder

"I'll have someone bring some food."

But that's all something to think about later as he gets them to his apartment door and slowly through it. Mittens is there, mewling as if Reeve had abandoned her for months rather than hours, and he pushes past the kitten to get Vincent on the couch.

"Rest here. I'll get some potions."

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emovampboy

Vincent takes a seat carefully, probably concerned about if he happens to be bleeding, although he does manage to pet
Mittens as she comes to sniff at him, waiting patiently on Reevd to return.

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plate_builder

Don't worry about the sheets. He doesn't care. Reeve moves to start a pot of coffee before heading into the bathroom to pull out his first aid kit. And satchel of potions.

"Cape off if you can."

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emovampboy

It takes him some time, and he may just be finishing removing the cape by the time Reeve returns, revealing that the left side was obviously gashed before, though the potions and Reeve's healing have healed most the injury; whatever may be holding up the healing is not visible, however.

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plate_builder

That doesn't look good. Reeve looks horrified at the damage. Oh dear.

"I'm so sorry. That was my fault. I shouldn't have asked you," he says, voice soft and broken.

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emovampboy

"Better me than innocents who wandered in looking for supplies." Vincent remarks, looking down to his side. "Besides, I'll heal."

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plate_builder

“Pain is still pain my friend,” Reeve reminds him as he joins Vincent on the bed. First thing first of course. “Strip.”

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emovampboy

"This isn't that bad of pain." Vincent assures as he begins to unfasten the shirt, working it undone and off. "Except if I walk around too much."

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plate_builder

"Which you are always going to do," Reeve sighs as he leans in to take a wet cloth and wipe blood from the area of the wound.

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emovampboy

Let him be cool, Reeve. It's his thing. Besides, he'll be wincing a few moments later as that cloth is touched to wound.

He will also be unable to see what Reeve will as the wound is cleaned; some sort of spike or spine is lodged into the gash, keeping it from healing, yet thankfully no where near anything vital.

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plate_builder

Damn. Reeve sighs and reaches to his bag, ready to pluck the spine out.

"This is going to hurt. There's something in the wound. I want to pull it out."