text->actionbronco_downJanuary 25 2011, 01:31:22 UTC
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Yeah, I'll bet you do.
Sure thing. I'll be right there.
[Action]
He finds Vincent at a small table in a section of the bar that is darker than most of the surrounding area. Cid walks over immediately and sits down. He does not really want to have this conversation, and he cannot even imagine how Vincent must be feeling, but he assumes that it isn't very good. Still, Vincent asked him to be here, and that was a good sign.
That doesn't make him want to talk about it any more. Maybe there's another reason; Cid does his best to be hopeful.
He had been battling his inner demons the entire time he had waited for Cid to join him at the bar. He had ordered a drink and he now sat with it on the table in front him, fingers slowly spinning the glass as he stared at the untouched, amber-colored liquid.
He does not look up, but just sits and stares and tries to make sense of what he is feeling. He didn't want to bother Cid with this as he knew it would be difficult for the pilot to hear and deal with, particularly given their slightly... altered, friendship.
"I know," Cid sighs. "An' not in a good way, either." He had seen and heard her as well, and though he had some sympathy for her, he wanted to keep Vincent shielded from all the things he knew she could do to him...but Vincent wouldn't fall for any of it again.
It was dark, so...Cid placed his hand on the table, palm up, knowing that he was better at offering comfort that didn't require words. "Does it change anything?" he asked, referring to Vincent's desire for answers, their plans for the house, their plans for themselves, and Vincent's relationship with Lucrecia and not knowing which answer he wanted the most.
"No, not in a good way." He agrees, twirling the glass some more and still not looking up. "I had no idea she... had done that to herself..." It is difficult to speak about it, and not a little painful for obvious reasons.
When he sees Cid's hand extend across the table, he looks up into the blond's concerned blue eyes. Then, without hesitation he reaches across and places his hand in Cid's, saying without breaking eye contact. "It changes nothing."
He squeezes Cid's hand for a moment before he slumps a little, looking back down at his drink, as though too worn out to give much more reaction than that. "Cid-" he says, his voice soft and a little miserable. "Does it make me a bad person to say that I wish she had stayed gone?" When he looks up at Cid again his eyes are pleading.
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Yeah, I'll bet you do.
Sure thing. I'll be right there.
[Action]
He finds Vincent at a small table in a section of the bar that is darker than most of the surrounding area. Cid walks over immediately and sits down. He does not really want to have this conversation, and he cannot even imagine how Vincent must be feeling, but he assumes that it isn't very good. Still, Vincent asked him to be here, and that was a good sign.
That doesn't make him want to talk about it any more. Maybe there's another reason; Cid does his best to be hopeful.
"So, uh...what's up?"
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He does not look up, but just sits and stares and tries to make sense of what he is feeling. He didn't want to bother Cid with this as he knew it would be difficult for the pilot to hear and deal with, particularly given their slightly... altered, friendship.
He swallows and says softly, "She's back."
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It was dark, so...Cid placed his hand on the table, palm up, knowing that he was better at offering comfort that didn't require words. "Does it change anything?" he asked, referring to Vincent's desire for answers, their plans for the house, their plans for themselves, and Vincent's relationship with Lucrecia and not knowing which answer he wanted the most.
Reply
When he sees Cid's hand extend across the table, he looks up into the blond's concerned blue eyes. Then, without hesitation he reaches across and places his hand in Cid's, saying without breaking eye contact. "It changes nothing."
He squeezes Cid's hand for a moment before he slumps a little, looking back down at his drink, as though too worn out to give much more reaction than that. "Cid-" he says, his voice soft and a little miserable. "Does it make me a bad person to say that I wish she had stayed gone?" When he looks up at Cid again his eyes are pleading.
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