[The two brothers, ready to die for each other, one of them finally fulfilling it. Gilbert feels a little sick while watching it, but it's probably from fighting uninvited tears.]
[He's quite certain he could never feel this strongly, and it makes him disgusted with himself. Because he should cherish his little brother very much, and yet... Why must he be like that? Why does he continue to hurt Vincent this way? He deserves a much better brother than Gilbert, he really does. Why can't they be -- like before[Seeing this, he can only hope Vince doesn't already have a head full of similar stupid, ridiculous ideas of not being needed and wanting to disappear. Because if he does, it's all Gilbert's fault. And it might break him. Even if maybe he'd manage to keep smiling, like his Master had showed him, there's no saying if it wouldn't only be an empty shell
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[Sighing, he finally raises his head enough to glance back at his brother, expression still a little suffering but at least he's managed to stop the tears. In fact, that doesn't sound bad at all -- but he should... do things... and...]
[Gilbert doesn't want to get up, stubbornly tries to stay, but in the end Vincent still wins and he gets up with his brother's help, actually leaning on him a little bit. It might even be the equalent of a loose hug, somewhat. He's just really glad you're still here despite everything.]
[It's such a surprise, when Gilbert really does rely on him a little like this. Something to be cherished, each and every time. So Vincent hugs back, a little, and then gently tugs Gilbert off to bed, not letting go until he's at the edge of it.
He looks around a little, and then nods his head toward the desk chair, smiling.]
I'll just stay and watch over you, be sure you rest okay.
[He'd rather crawl into the bed, but he doesn't dare ruin this moment, not yet.]
[Gilbert sighs a little, and suddenly feels tired. He's not going to protest against anything, so it seems. Whatever makes his brother happy, makes him want to stay...]
You don't... have to... at least make yourself comfortable...
[The two brothers, ready to die for each other, one of them finally fulfilling it. Gilbert feels a little sick while watching it, but it's probably from fighting uninvited tears.]
[He's quite certain he could never feel this strongly, and it makes him disgusted with himself. Because he should cherish his little brother very much, and yet... Why must he be like that? Why does he continue to hurt Vincent this way? He deserves a much better brother than Gilbert, he really does. Why can't they be -- like before[Seeing this, he can only hope Vince doesn't already have a head full of similar stupid, ridiculous ideas of not being needed and wanting to disappear. Because if he does, it's all Gilbert's fault. And it might break him. Even if maybe he'd manage to keep smiling, like his Master had showed him, there's no saying if it wouldn't only be an empty shell ( ... )
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I don't want to bother you...
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Come on, big brother. Let me help you into bed.
[He's not even going to justify that 'bothering him' comment with a response.]
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He looks around a little, and then nods his head toward the desk chair, smiling.]
I'll just stay and watch over you, be sure you rest okay.
[He'd rather crawl into the bed, but he doesn't dare ruin this moment, not yet.]
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You don't... have to... at least make yourself comfortable...
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