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.

Comments

[plate_builder]

Hey, he does sleep here.

"I can see that little judging look on your face."

[emovampboy]

"What judging look?" His face doesn't change, Reeve, remember?

[plate_builder]

"Fine, it's an aura. But it's there. I can feel you judging me."

What? He's worked with enough Turks to put it all together.

[emovampboy]

He may just be smirking, though Vincent hides the smile behind his hand. "I'm not judging."

[plate_builder]

“And yet, I can feel it there, insidious, the quiet way you judge.” He isn’t wrong and while he knows Vincent is having fun with it, he doesn’t think that fun is warranted. 

[emovampboy]

"Hm." Vincent just smiles a little at Reeve, but seems to be ready to drop the issue aside from that smile.

[plate_builder]

The omelette is finally finished and he slides it onto the plate as an offering.

“Please eat. Or I’ll worry.”

[emovampboy]

"Alright." He takes the plate, moving back to the table to set it down. "Will you join me for now?"

[plate_builder]

Well, if the offer is there, of course he will. Then again, Reeve was going to anyway. So he nods and takes a seat across from Vincent at the table.

"Stealing a moment or two of your company is worth my time."

[emovampboy]

Vincent nods, and starts to eat quietly, content for the time being to eat silently.

[plate_builder]

Reeve allows the man to eat in peace, instead nursing a mug of coffee as he considers Vincent. Not staring of course, just watching how he moves to be sure Vincent is okay. 

[emovampboy]

The rest, and the other curative works, seem to have done what was needed, as Vincent is certainly moving far better now than he had been the night before.

After a time, he finishes the omelette, and looks at Reeve. "Do you need to go in today?"

[plate_builder]

“I do,” Reeve admits. As much as he hates it, he has a lot of power and is needed to run things.

[emovampboy]

Vincent just nods, obviously back in work mode. "Leave me something to write on, and with, and I'll write you up a report on my findings."

[plate_builder]

“The data you provided should be proficient, but if you want to, there are supplies at my desk over there. Don’t use the blue drafting paper. Otherwise my home is always open to you.”

[emovampboy]

"It can't hurt to have everything written down." Vincent stands, moving to put the dishes in the sink, pausing as he debates whether to wash them, before moving to sit back down lest Reeve scold him.

[plate_builder]

Oh yes, he would be quite cross. As it is he straightens and sighs. “I really should get back. Would you be willing to feed Mittens later?”

Bets he comes home to kitty and Vinny snuggled?

[emovampboy]

"Any particular diet?" Vincent asks, apparently double-checking in case of changes made since last he was here.

Good bet. Would lose money.

[plate_builder]

“Half a can of the stuff in the top left cabinet. She’ll beg for more. Don’t fall for it.”

He starts moving to gather things up. So much to do.

Hehe

[emovampboy]

"Alright." Vincent nods, watching Reeve move about. "Do you want me to do anything else while I'm here?ç

[plate_builder]

"Relax as you see fit. Don't go into the box under my bed?"

What, he might not be proud of returning to some old hobbies. Doesn't need the toys he's engineered anymore. He hopes.

[emovampboy]

"Oh?" Vincent raises a brow at that, though he quite honestly appears to be jesting in some way. "Something inappropriate under there?"

[plate_builder]

“What man doesn’t keep something inappropriate somewhere about his home?” Reeve counters. But he is a very lovely shade of red right now. “If you would like I could leave a list of nice restaurants in walking distance. I would offer numbers for places for take-in but...”

Well, Vincent wouldn’t call.

[emovampboy]

"I don't." Vincent replies, knowing full well the question was rhetorical. He also is quite aware that remarks about his lack of home will likely be made, and is completely fine with that, even as he shakes his head 'no' to the offer. "If I get hungry, I'll go find something."

[plate_builder]

As if that comment would earn comment from Reeve. He just nods as if to say ‘of course you don’t.’

“Alright then. If something pressing comes up, please call me.”