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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 04:11 pm (UTC)
Cid can hear Vincent moving around the room, picking things up and putting them where they belonged. After a short time, left to himself and his morose thoughts, the bed dips under the gunman's meager weight. He puts his hand on Cid's knee. "Sit up. Let me see to your bandages."
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 04:21 pm (UTC)
"Leave 'em," Cid says hollowly, not moving, comfortable in his self-pity.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 04:22 pm (UTC)
"You've bled through them. Sit up."
Cid: getin' pissedsmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 04:30 pm (UTC)
"What're ye, my goddamn Nanny?" Cid asks, and reluctantly pushes himself up, knowing Vincent won't stop hounding him.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 04:38 pm (UTC)
"Not unless nannies tote more hardware than I remember."

He unravels Cid's bandages, dabbing up the blood gently, and binds his eyes in fresh gauze.

"Done. Change out of those clothes before you give yourself seam impressions." He shoves a stack of clothes in Cid's lap, and his weight leaves the bed.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 04:39 pm (UTC)
"Where're ye goin'?" Cid asks, trying to make it sound casual by fussing with his clothes.
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 04:48 pm (UTC)
"I'm just changing - so don't think for one second you're slipping out under my watch," he says, picking up Cid's slack, giving him his cover. "I told you. I'll be your spider - never more than six feet away."
Cid: mesmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 05:02 pm (UTC)
Cid smiles smally; it's weak and barely noticeable, but a smile nonetheless. He changes into the new clothes and lies back on the bed, leaving plenty of room for Vincent to join him.

"Good thing I aint arachnophobic, eh?"
Vincent Valentinebeastunderneath on January 22nd, 2009 05:07 pm (UTC)
Vincent just grunts in reply.

A minute later and the bed is dipping again under Vincent's weight as he actually climbs into the bed this time, fussing with the covers and then going still.
Cid: serioussmokin_highwind on January 22nd, 2009 05:11 pm (UTC)
Cid lays there facing Vincent, unable to see him.


"... Ye know, ye don' gotta do this," he says softly. "If yer tryin' te repay me, or 'cause ye think ye owe it too me. Ye don't. We both know.... if I can't fly, there aint no comin' back fer me. Ye shouldn't tether yerself te that plane wreck, Vince."
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.
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