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20 January 2009 @ 05:29 am
 
I think he's starting to get used to this.

He has the return of his eyesight to look forward to, one eye certainly, the other very likely, and chances are very likely that we'll be reimbursed for damages sustained by the port authority, and handsomely.

He really is the heart of this ship. As his spirits lift, so does the crew's. He's back to smoking, cursing and being as lewd as ever.

We wouldn't have him any other way.

We're going to see the doctor tomorrow. We're all hopeful.
 
 
 
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 05:19 pm (UTC)
Vincent's quiet for a minute.

"... I owe you everything," he says softly. "I would be no one, have nothing, without you. That's not why I'm doing this. I am here, with you, because I choose to be. Because you need me.

"I'm not tethering myself to a plane wreck. I go where you go. If you crash and burn, we crash and burn. If you fly, I'll fly with you. You're stuck with me. Try to cope with it."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 05:27 pm (UTC)
"Fuckin' wonderful," Cid grumbles dryly. "I can't even take myself down without the guilt o' bringin' ye with me. Clever, sneaky, cheatin' bastard."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 05:33 pm (UTC)
"I learned from the best," Vincent says, laced with a hint of pride. He might even have been smiling.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 05:38 pm (UTC)
Cid grunts. He reaches out, putting his arm about Vincent's waist. "C'mere," he says softly, sounding unusually serious, needy.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 05:40 pm (UTC)
Vincent scootches closer, unbothered by the familiar touch, turning over on his side to face Cid. He doesn't say a word.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 05:45 pm (UTC)
Cid pulls them in close.

"Tell me I still got a chance."
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 05:50 pm (UTC)
"You've got thirty chances. Once we run through them all, I'll let it go. I'll go down with you. But until then, we are both going to keep fighting. Understood?"
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 06:03 pm (UTC)
"Thirty?" Cid asks. It seemed an awful lot of times to get his hopes up and have them dashed again. He didn't think he could do it. Still, here, now, he could promise Vincent and almost believe they could make it work.

"Understood," he says softly. And that was that.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 06:06 pm (UTC)
Vincent huffs as though that answer were clearly obvious, and settles down on his side, his head bunting Cid's, curled close.

"Get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 23rd, 2009 05:20 am (UTC)
Cid tries to push his anxiety, his doubts, his depression aside and, for now, believe in Vincent. He scrunches his eyes closed, and eventually starts to drift off.