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 touch is light, very light, and Reeve leans into it. How can he not? But then Vincent is talking and Reeve has to pull back to pay attention. The man has no idea how distracting he is. Of course the words themselves leave Reeve just... staring. Staring up at Vincent for a long time. This is a lot for him to process in this state. And there is clear denial on his face.

"I'm dreaming," Reeve decides after a long moment. Because he can't think of any other justification. "You're a very nice dream."

Oops. XD

[emovampboy]

"Go to sleep, and ask when you're awake and not drunk." Vincent stands, removing his cloak as he returns to his own bed. "Find out if you're dreaming in the morning."

[plate_builder]

"'Kay," Reeve agrees, and tired as he is, he falls off into sleep soon after. At least, for Vincent's sake, Reeve doesn't snore. He does, though, But this is nice too. No matter how terrible the bed is, he sleeps until the early hours of the morning. Then his watch starts annoying him just after five in the morning. It's then that a very groggy Reeve rises, groaning because yes, his head hurts. Takes him a few minutes to figure out where he is. Right. Inn. Vincent. Drinking. He doesn't remember too much more other than a lovely dream. Which he dismisses out of hand.

"Coffee," he grumbles to himself. He should also head back to his place and shower.

[emovampboy]

Vincent sleeps as well, although far more lightly than Reeve. In fact, the man may wonder if he slept at all when Vincent responds to the remark.

"Alcove near the bathroom has coffee." He sits, reaching for his cloak. "Are you alright?"

[plate_builder]

What? Oh. Right, Vincent is here. Reeve nods and pushes to his feet.

"Thank you," Reeve says softly as he gets up and heads for the alcove. "I apologize again for anything awkward I may have said last night. My mouth can run away with me. I think I suggested buzz-cutting Cloud's hair. I'm not certain. He'd probably kill me."

Coffee. He finds the alcove and sighs in relief as he sees the pot. Yes, he's going to brew this up.

[emovampboy]

"You said he needs a different cut, but nothing about a buzz cut." He's off the bed quickly, moving to the bathroom and letting Reeve wake up a little.

[plate_builder]

"I dreamt of him coming after me with that monstrous weapon of his because I had Cait buzz his hair," Reeve admits with a groan as he stares at the coffee pot. He's got water in it, the filter, the grounds. If only it would brew faster. "Thank you for offering me a bed last night. I'll be out of your hair once I get some coffee in me. I suppose I should summon my car."

[emovampboy]

Vincent only takes a few moments in the bathroom, out before Reeve knows it and moving to wash up, speaking as he does.

"I meant what I said."

[plate_builder]

Wait, what?

Reeve looks up from the coffee pot, turning his head quickly and his head hurts so bad at the motion. His head hurts, his mouth feels like sandpaper, and what did Vincent say?

"Could you repeat that?"

[emovampboy]

"What you think was a dream." He reaches past Reeve intentionally, leaning into him slightly as he grabs a band towel. "I meant it."

He keeps a trained, serious eye on Reeve. He had meant what he said, and had time to consider overnight if the course of action he'd suggested the night before was a mistake. Determined it wasn't.

And since Reeve seemed to be intent to ignore it, or forgot, he was bringing it up again.

[plate_builder]

Oh. Oh dear. That actually... Reeve just stands there, a touch stunned. Perhaps more than he had been when he was drunk. This was really a thing. Vincent had really...

With wide eyes he stares at Vincent, trying to process this for a moment. And then he smiles. So it wasn't a dream. Vincent leaning over him, touching his brow lightly, saying soft words he wouldn't believe.

"And here I do remember telling you that I wouldn't want you to hold anything I said while I was drunk against me. It's not kind to joke with a man my age, Vincent. Old men don't have strong hearts. They break so easily."

[emovampboy]

"Do you think I'm that cruel?" He draws back a way, but doesn't break eye contact. "I was very clear that I'm not sure, which means you have all the facts."

[plate_builder]

"I don't," Reeve admits. His head is killing him, but Vincent had asked him about what a suave Reeve was like. Maybe he can at least show Vincent that.

He reaches up, brushing a stray hair back, tucking it over Vincent's ear.

"I think you're a man who weighs his decisions carefully. And somehow I expect you spent a lot of time thinking about this. Which means I'll do my best to live up to the degree of thought you placed in this."

No looking a gift chocobo in the mouth. Good way to lose a nose. "I'm going to take a quick shower, we're going to abandon this pot of terrible coffee, and I'm going to take you to a place I go some mornings. We'll talk, both sober this time."

[emovampboy]

"I was sober last night." Vincent corrects Reeve a little, but doesn't pull away from Reeve when he reaches up to brush his hair back.

[plate_builder]

"I wasn't," Reeve reminds him. "Thus we weren't both..."

No, he will not quibble. He laughs and shakes his head. But hey, the fact that the guy isn't jerking away from the smallest touch is probably a good sign. So he keeps smiling.

"Vincent, so you know, I wasn't kidding. You're stunning. And you don't give yourself enough credit for your value."

[emovampboy]

Both what? Aware of what they were saying? Vincent had already gathered, by Reeve's words, that he was an honest drunk. What he said was just the truth he knew.

What he said now seemed more of the same, though this time it wasn't liquor induced. Yet with little response, he merely nods at Reeve and moves back enough that the man can do what he needs

[plate_builder]

Weren't both sober enough to make decisions. Yes, Reeve is an honest drunk, but for himself, he needs to be certain. It isn't every day that a beautiful Turk falls into your life. In fact, he spent a long time pursuing one to no avail. So he wants to be sure he's willing to deal with this and the fact that Vincent is prone to disappearances.

Still, Vincent is there. Isn't running. How is this even possible? Reeve shakes his head and smiles to himself. "I'll be right back."

As quick of a shower as he can manage. He doesn't want to have Vincent really disappear on him. He wouldn't know what to do with himself. With that he disappears into the shower and allows himself a cursory wash up. Not much, but enough to be presentable. Once he's dried and has his clothes mostly back on he comes back out of the room. He's back to a fully able and composed man now, thanks. Walks briskly across the room to the bed he was in and looks for his shoes as he buttons his cuffs without a iota of thought.

"You didn't tell me if the alcohol had any affect on you or not."

[emovampboy]

Reeve should know better to even think Vincent would take off after saying such things. He's distant, but not inhuman or without empathy. One doesn't dangle a carrot at someone and then take it away... Well, maybe if you were Shinra himself. Which Vincent isn't.

He's settled on his own bed by the time Reeve emerges, and seems to be busy checking his weapons, though he indicates just below the bed for Reeve's shoes; he'd remembered before he fell asleep to remove them for the man, even if he had worn his own.

Sliding a firing pin back into place, he shakes his head. "I did not have much. So I felt not affect."

[plate_builder]

"You won't need that for breakfast," Reeve chuckles as he looks at the weapon. He sits and quickly gets the boots on. "Unless you fear there will be Kalm Fangs."

That being said once the boots are on, Reeve crosses to his coat, and he does fish his bangles out of his pockets. Look at all that materia, he's got too much of it probably, but he's learned not to go unarmed. Once it's on he grabs his coat.

"I can't remember, are you a breakfast person? Should we meet later?"

[emovampboy]

"Better safe, than sorry." Is his simple reply, even as he puts the weapon together quickly, but effectively. Besides, he goes no where without his guns. "Breakfast is fine. I just may not eat a great deal."

[plate_builder]

"Not a problem," Reeve answers as he gets the coat finished up and he looks to the door. "I don't suppose there is a chance you have this room rented beyond this morning?"

Because chances were Vincent had been planning to leave town the second the party was done.

[emovampboy]

"I don't." He stands, putting his weapon away. "I'm sure I could let it out another night, however."

[plate_builder]

"Of course," Reeve says. He would offer to do it himself but... well, that would be presumptuous. Vincent can manage it, and he knows it. With that he moves to the door and opens it. "I can wait in the lobby while you attend to that."

[emovampboy]

Vincent nods, starting to the door before pausing, a thought having clicked into place. Yuffie and Cid were both in the same hotel.

Reaching over, he presses the door shut, once more leaning partially against Reeve. "How about room service instead? I have no desire to run into a hungover Cid or Yuffie."

[plate_builder]

Really? "Do you anticipate either of them being awake at this hour?"

Granted it is possible, but he doubts it would happen. Still, if Vincent would be more comfortable here, he'll accept that.

"Alright then, we can stay here. Let's see what they have to offer."