Log in

No account? Create an account
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.
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.