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

Vincent seems just vaguely amused, moving to help by shifting so Reeve doesn't have to pull everything from under him, before grabbing at Reeve's wrist gently before he can get the older man fully covered.

"Rest with me a while."

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plate_builder

Oh, well... Reeve smiles and nods. He gets his shoes off and lowers himself next to his boyfriend. Yes, he would love to rest here, just to be sure Vincent is okay.

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emovampboy

That seems to at least put Vincent at ease for whatever reason, which in part could be because he knows how rarely Reeve rests. Or perhaps he had given some deep thought to what had transpired on his last visit.

Whatever the reason, he shifts a little bit, giving Reeve enough room not to tumble off the bed, and yet also to keep their positions close before closing his eyes to try and relax into sleep.

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plate_builder

There is a beauty to Vincent, when he sleeps. A beauty in the lack of tension in the lines of his face, in the softness of his expression. Reeve wondered just how many people could ever have had a chance to see him like this? Not many, he decides. If they had, they would not have left his lover so alone.

His fingers card lightly through Vincent's hair as the man rests, hoping that the touch will soothe.

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emovampboy

The theory seems good, yet Lucrecia had certainly left. It had been his fault, or so he would tell you, but she had left. Gone to Hojo, and created a mess the world would be recovering from for a very long time.

It's something that Reeve will find sometimes wakes Vincent, espscially when something calls it to mind, the man jerking awake after only a few hours,

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plate_builder

Even a few hours is something. Reeve is still there, still awake, even if he has stopped stroking Vincent's hair. He does offer the other man a soft smile when he wakes.

"You're okay. You're safe. You're with me."

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emovampboy

Vincent stared at Reeve blankly for a moment, likely orienting himself, before nodding a little as he shifted to push himself up from the bed carefully. "Sorry... I have not rested well in a bit."

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plate_builder

"That is a shame. You could use it. Of course, you could still use more healing. Can I start by feeding you?"

Because what more could he use?

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emovampboy

"Alright..." Vincent moves to slide off the bed. "Might I use your bathroom for a quick shower, first? Maybe borrow some clothes?"

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plate_builder

"Of course," Reeve agrees, scooting aside to make sure that Vincent has plenty of room to move. "My home is yours, you may take what you desire. Though I fear my pajamas are waiting to be cleaned. Can you live with a suit?

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emovampboy

"That should be fine. I've worn one before." Vincent agrees, standing slowly as if checking to make sure he can, before looking at Reeve. "I'm sorry to be so much trouble."

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plate_builder

"Indeed," Reeve agrees. And he expected the guy would look good. But trouble? He can dismiss that. He gets himself out of the bed to move and make actual coffee now.

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emovampboy

He watches Reeve move off before turning to go and borrow the man's shower, taking a bit longer than he might normally, and counting on Reeve to have placed the clothes in the bathroom while he was in there.

Eventually, though, he will come out to find Reeve, hair drawn back as it was the time they got soaked in the rain.

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plate_builder

The man may not realize how beautiful he is like that, but Reeve appreciates it as he smiles at his friend. He does gesture at the coffee pot which is finished, as he starts working on cooking the omelet he had been preparing for.

"I hope the shower was pleasant. I could offer another round of spells if you would like?"

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emovampboy

"I think my wounds are alright." Vincent takes some of the coffee to pour into a cup, before sitting down. "I'm sorry."

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plate_builder

"Don't you dare apologize. I sent you into a dangerous area and you got badly hurt. Yes, I know you're a warrior far in excess of me, but I knew what I was doing when I asked this favor. it is not yours to apologize. It is mine, if it is anyone's."

But he doesn't actually do it again. He already offered Vincent one, and another would be pointless.

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emovampboy

They could likely spend all night apologizing to one another, trying to figure out who, if anyone, was actually at fault for what had happened. And since it seemed Reeve wasn't up to that debate, Vincent really wasn't in the mood either, he would drop it.

Instead, he settles into drinking the coffee, toying with his hair a bit to try and dry it perhaps.

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plate_builder

"You know, there is an old blow-dryer in the bathroom if you're bothered by the dampness."

He smiles fondly at Vincent as he continues working on the eggs. As those work he starts making toast as well.