It's not just the feelings that I'm worried about, but the thought I'll never be with you...
Vaughn's sitting in the park, on a bench, almost numbly. This past week has been hell. Really. Between the fear gas and Syd getting hurt and the hostage situation and everything ever exploding...
It hasn't been a good week.
And that's not good.
So right now he's sitting in the park, missing his world, missing his Syd and being able to go on missions and knowing she was safe because he could protect her. He misses home, he misses Weiss... he misses having everything be normal. It was going to be normal, Lauren was gone and Sark was in custody and he and Syd could be together again. And then the Rift had to go and take that all away.
Vaughn's crabby. Talking may make it better, depending on who it is he talks to. So hey. Come talk to him, or belittle him or bother him. Whatever. Better than let him continue pouting.
It hasn't been a good week.
And that's not good.
So right now he's sitting in the park, missing his world, missing his Syd and being able to go on missions and knowing she was safe because he could protect her. He misses home, he misses Weiss... he misses having everything be normal. It was going to be normal, Lauren was gone and Sark was in custody and he and Syd could be together again. And then the Rift had to go and take that all away.
Vaughn's crabby. Talking may make it better, depending on who it is he talks to. So hey. Come talk to him, or belittle him or bother him. Whatever. Better than let him continue pouting.