Hurt/Comfort Meme

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Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...

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INSOMNIA (Alex x Yuna)

[whereishe]

I knew I would find you here.

[Her voice is soft, rising over the soft crickets that echo in the night. It has been a week since Alex brought her to his world and each day has been spent running. They can't even get close to his sister to help her and she knows the pain might be killing him.

Yuna moves slowly across the roof not looking to fall of the steep edge. She takes a seat next to him, her fingers lightly reaching for his.]

Why not come to bed? I'll keep the darkness away.

[It doesn't matter what world they travel too. She'll always fight for him and with him. Even if it's a small comfort she can do that much.]

Re: INSOMNIA (Alex x Yuna)

[lessandmorethanhuman]

[They'd gotten out of the city; which was in recovery. With Yuna's help--the water hadn't posed as much a problem for boxing Alex into Manhattan. Heck, with Yuna--not a lot had been able to box them both in, and it was almost child's play to escape. Not that he'd not done his best to persuade her to not come. His world...his city, and the unfinished business--it was dangerous. They'd argued about it logically, and illogically. Shouted, fought, kissed, made up, and then the cycle repeated, and he'd been surprised to find that HE gave up before she did.

Stubborn. Beautiful, stubborn, wise, kind, amazing, infuriating, worrisome... That was just the traits and emotions he could put names to easily, describing their discussions. But she'd won, and come with him, and they'd been running. The city wasn't on as tight lock-down, but it was still locked down hard. Somewhere in there was Dana, and Dr. Ragland. Were they safe? Were they captured?

The news reports they'd seen were all keeping to the party-line; Alex was still # 1 most wanted on several US criminal lists. And ironically he was just across a state line in Jersey--which might've been better or worse than a city full of marines and Black Watch gunning for his blood. Yuna was actually far more helpful than she'd realized--she was a wild card and could go places Alex couldn't, certainly. But she had talents and skills that the people hunting him had no CLUE how to counter.

Not that it did them much good, as he needed a plan. Mind racing...voices loud whenever he closed his eyes. Except when she soothed them. Which took energy. Which he didn't want her to waste. Which lead to their current predicament. More than easy to tangle their fingers, twining his with her own as she sought them out without looking. Squeezing, other leg up and arm resting on it as he looked out.]

Don't want you wasting your energy. Not when lack of sleep won't kill me.

[Not unless he didn't sleep for a month or so. Maybe longer. Not human, so who knows how long he could actually go without sleep for his health. Sanity was another problem--but he wasn't sane to begin with.]

INSOMNIA (Alex x Yuna)

[whereishe]

[Yuna can't even begin to guess the rang of thoughts going on in Alex's head. She takes a place next to him, lightly resting her side against his as they sat beneath the dark night dotted and stripped with stars.]

Leaving you with your thoughts can be just as damaging Alex.

[Her voice is soft and kind, her aim to sooth him. She lightly brushes her lips against his cheek before her blue green gaze sought his.]

We'll think of a plan together. [She's getting used to this world.] I'm here to help.

[A slight smile pulls at her lips as she lightly kisses his cheek again.]

We don't have to sleep.

Re: INSOMNIA (Alex x Yuna)

[lessandmorethanhuman]

[That made him laugh, silvery-blue gaze going to meet her own and one half of his mouth quirking up.]

Always gotta watch you quiet ones, huh?

[They were both quiet though, and certainly both people to be watched out for. Alex marveled that Yuna still remained so open and friendly and kind, even with all she'd been through. Definitely something he couldn't do.]

You do help, Yuna. I'm not alone...that already is more than I ever thought I'd have.

[Much more softly, squeezing their joined fingers.]

INSOMNIA (Alex x Yuna)

[whereishe]

[Yuna turns towards him with a smile. It’s good that he can joke around with her because it means that he isn’t so lost to his thoughts. She lightly rests her head on his shoulder, her mismatched gaze looking out over the unfamiliar city.]

I’m glad.

[Her voice is soft and for a few seconds she merely enjoys Alex’s company in silence.]

I always thought that cities with tall buildings would make me dizzy. [Since she’d look up at them.] But I really like the view from up here.

[Ignoring that fact that Yuna occasionally suffers from vertigo.]

12-TIRED! Vincent and Lucrecia--MoL-Setting (AU?)--Early May?

[bloodypast]

A few months, since the arrival and knowledge that the Heroes of Light based in Aquares Ixen were not the only "Heroes" of Light to exist. Integration between the groups had been hard, given that many of the AI based Heroes were still reeling from feelings of insecurity and uncertainty after the Sage's vision of a horrible future plagued by in-fighting. Emotions were high and the city was more tense than usual.

The lightheartedness of the Hypello's Choco-Egg day and their celebration, had only been marred by new reports of spreading crystalization from the calamity and reports of sightings of the Ultima WEAPON. No location could be confirmed, but Santa's Village, which was open to former Heran Empire refugees, had been placed more on guard. Heroes of Light in particular had come to help secure the Heran's places, and to check out the threat.

More quietly, there were disagreements among Heroes in AI, regarding what to research and how. Those whom had been gifted the 'vision' argued against experimenting with the portal. Frustratingly, Palitutu's research was cryptic at best, when it was found. Progress was slow, if steady.

There had also been increased sightings and monster-attacks as spring moved into the world. Disturbingly--this affected the giant sized monsters as well, leading to the need to deal with them. Mating season made for more aggressive wildlife.

Privately, Vincent found the solace of the Library more and more in exchange for the lack of quiet outside of it. There had been arguments with Yuffie (although not to the degree they had fought at Aquares Tosf), warnings to Lucrecia about what she would find, when she visited the hospital or made contact with her son, defusing Barret's hatred for ShinRa to actually work with the resident Turks... The man refused to work with Sephiroth and had been forcibly discouraged from shooting him.

Then there was a resurgence in a mysterious Matchmaking Hero's efforts, along with the discovery that the Barkeep had written fictional stories featuring his fellow Heroes. Romantic, insane, it didn't seem to matter--and few Heroes had been spared.

One of the few bright spots to the busy-insanity (and likely the only reason his fights with Yuffie weren't worse) was that Vincent was healing. Sort of; he and Lucrecia were talking, and working with each other again. Perhaps even more, regaining some measure of the friendship they had once had. Being from the same point in their time-lines, respectively, helped--and with so much that each had been through disagreements were brief. Brief, and then quickly talked over, in an attempt to avoid causing each other further pain.

In any case, the gunslinger had helped her to settle into Aquares Ixen, and Ophelia was now a regular contact and mail-person for them both. She had been unhappy until Vincent had explained, telling his companion enough of his past that she got it. (He'd been mildly embarrassed by the hug she'd given him afterwards, and heartened by the reminder that she cared and was protective.)

Working together had involved more than simply helping her gain their bearings. Like all Heroes, they had been dealing with various aspects of various crises, and had been thrown together in battle against monsters together at times. It was a new role for Vincent to see her in, given she had never been a fighter of any kind.

She still wasn't, Lucrecia bearing the jobs of Scholar and Programmer. The support role was where she was best suited, but Vincent did not fault her for it. He could read her easily, see her need to help others and protect and fight to keep them safe, as her way of atoning. In turn, part of his own atonement involved once more doing his best to keep her safe.

Consequently, his shifts at the Library were something of a relief. His coworker was finally pleased, as Vincent all but dropped calling her 'miss' Sheena, unless he was in a particular mood to poke at her. The two had actually started utilizing their Job skills to make their shifts easier in fact. Ceiling Walking, smoke bomb for quick movements, time magic--all making organizing the messy shelves a much simpler task. Even if it was sometimes disturbing for patrons, the two Heroes considered it an informal game between them.

In the middle of one such shift no less, as Vincent was in the midst of organizing a book cart when a moogle-page approached him. "Mr. Valentine kupo! You have a visitor!" Unusual, and he was close enough to finishing his shift...

"I'll be with them shortly." The little moogle-page flitted off, and the gunslinger moved to finish stocking his cart to take to Sheena, currently on the ceiling waiting to restock them on the high shelves. An apology, and explanation that she would have to get them herself rather than have him toss them to her. She teased him for cutting out of his shift early, which earned her a 'Miss' and the barest of smirks in amusement, before he headed for the main circulation desk.

Directed from there to one of the quieter study-alcoves, where his guest had chosen to wait.

(Definitely AU since most other Heroes gonna be crystal in a few days *sob*)

[toomanymistakes]

Yet for as much as she devoted into her time in Palitutu's laboratory, fewer and fewer answers were being discovered. It was maddening to say the least, and more than once she found herself pondering if she would have better luck trying o find her own way back to Hera and obtain more answers from Kalki's files. Everything was so fragmented, sometimes it felt as though it was being leaked in segments purposely despite all efforts to figure out the patterns to the Tarutaru's research.

It was almost odd in an uncanny sense that she was finding less and less solace from the disagreements amongst the Heroes and the needs of the planet's residents in her work like she used to. Almost like she'd had at her absolute lowest point.

It had been a few months since she'd been reunited with Vincent and finally met her son. The opportunity to mend those relationships had been enough to keep her going. Yet with roadblock after roadblock, fight after fight that she tried to support the others in battle. All these setbacks were beginning to wear on her already guilt-worn heart. Talks with Ophelia had helped some, including the little secret of Vincent's storytelling time (which she promised never to speak of). Yet the days still seemed to grow longer, and perhaps that was why she left her work early before she take out her frustration on yet another keyboard.

Things would not progress any further if she could not keep a clear head, but for now she was done. Done trying to metaphorically slam her face into the metaphysical brick wall that was the cryptic mess she stared at for hours on end. Done not being able to do much beyond look on from the back row, trying to cover and amplify the others' skills. Though at least with the latter, she felt it was getting them somewhere. Until they figured out how to decifer the rest of the code, the former wouldn't likely change.

While she left early, Lucrecia had no idea where to even go. Her thoughts were still so scattered, trying to locate a pattern in the fragment of the data she'd seen last, that she didn't notice where her feet were guiding her until she neared the Library. Looking at the time, it wasn't long before Vincent would be done with his own shift. Maybe stopping by would help, quiet as it usually was. ...Well, when he and Sheena weren't challenging each other to see who would finish organizing shelves first.

Then again, when weren't they? It always seemed to be a constant whenever she decided to stop by on a day off, mainly looking to see if there were any books with a similar cryptic language as what she'd seen the day before.

Heading inside to one of the study-alcoves away from even the quiet bustle of others studying, she sent a message to Vincent before sitting down in one of the reading chairs. Her exhaustion and exasperation was likely far too obvious, because she had hopes the moogle-page would have told him to meet her after his shift ended in hopes of at least calming herself down on her own for a moment and just appreciate the silence and smell of thousands of books lining the shelves. The footsteps approaching the alcove told her otherwise.

"Hello, Vincent," she greeting him slightly apologetic; she hadn't meant to interrupt his work hours, after all.

[bloodypast]

It wasn't a huge delay and his record was good--so leaving early this time was unlikely to earn him any trouble. Certainly once he realized who the visitor was, he was glad he had decided to take the few extra minutes rather than make them wait. Moving forward enough into her line of sight, work 'uniform' much as she'd seen him the first time they'd reunited.

Only off-duty or on missions did he seem to not wear the suit, instead donning the familiar mantle and gauntlet and leathers. Perhaps it was a sense of propriety for the 'job'--as he had no problems moving in either outfit. Regardless, it still felt like deja-vu for a heartbeat each time Vincent encountered her, while in his 'work' uniform. SO much like 30 years before and yet so very different.

Nodding, then his head tilting and crimson eyes were studying her. Reading the signs of exhaustion, frustration. "Long day?" Unnecessary perhaps, but his way of asking for details. Inviting her to be as specific or vague, but asking for information all the same.

[toomanymistakes]

Some days she wondered if she would ever get used to the small moments of deja vu whenever she saw him wearing a suit. Each time she did, however, it seemed more and more unlikely.

"Longer than most," she admitted, or at least it seemed like it. "The notes we uncovered seem to be more cryptic than the last." The least she could do was offer that much, though sometimes she wondered why she tried so hard.

[bloodypast]

Which, considering her role as a maxed scholar and that he knew she was not the only one working on it, spoke volumes to the frustration. "I see." Confirming, then reaching out carefully. Right hand on her shoulder, Vincent was still so careful and alert for any sign that she would back away, whenever he did move to reach out like this.

"When did you last eat, or sleep?" Harder to keep watch on her, since the other group of Heroes did not have moogles yet to somewhat keep an eye on them. Ophelia was also working hard, but she could not do everything nor be everywhere. The gunslinger did keep his voice low however, quieter and more private--honest concern in the tones.

[toomanymistakes]

For probably once in the three months she'd been in the city she doesn't flinch, or rather has no reaction at all to the hand on her shoulder. Instead she just sits there, the dark rings under her eyes likely answering the latter part of her friend's question better than any numerical value could.

"I'm not sure, a few of us were up all night attempting to decode the cipher," she answered so quietly he probably could only make out only a few words from her attempt to reply. Shiva's tits, she was still seeing a part of it as she looked into Vincent's eyes as though the negatives were imprinted into her retinas.

[bloodypast]

Able to make out enough, even as it was clear from the visual evidence before his eyes. Her posture, the dark rings, the faint voice. "May I..." Starting, then stopping and shaking his head.

"I'm walking you home." Better to make sure she rested, and that she'd get food on the way. Worth it to him, for his peace of mind. A step back, "I'll be right back." before he was walking away. He'd retrieve his firearm, formally clock-out, and then they could move.

Vincent could still not remember when he'd ever seen her this exhausted.

[toomanymistakes]

She nodded once, watching him disappear around the corner as he went to clock out. For a moment, she thought that perhaps she was a bit more alert and started to stand up.

...but by the time Vincent would return, he'd likely find her dozing awkwardly half on the floor, half still in the chair. Muttering what was likely gibberish to him under her quiet breaths.

[bloodypast]

Returning, that had not been what he'd expected. Especially since Sheena had followed him, mostly to see what had pulled him away and satisfy her curiosity. Not that she wasn't aware he had friends, she was friends with some of the same even.

She just hadn't met Dr. Crescent yet--another person from his world. So many of them really. Kneeling, the other ninja gave the passed out scientist a once-over too, then back up to Vincent. "I assume if I leave this to you, you're not going to do anything I have to find and beat you up for later, right?" She grinned upon noticing her coworker and fellow Hero stand up slightly at the affront to his pride.

"I should call you 'Miss Fujibayashi' for that for the next week, Sheena." Which just made her smirk at him. Standing with him, as he'd knelt and done his best to pick Lucrecia up carefully. Conscious of the weakness in his left arm--he should be fine for now. "Yes Mr. Valentine, and I still meant what I said." The ninja teased back, winking. Then her expression looked slightly more serious. "Go, I doubt you'll get any questions but I'll cover if you do."

A nod, being sure he had a secure grip, left arm under her knees, right under her shoulder and around her back and ribs. Even passed out, they'd managed to get one of Lucrecia's arms around his own neck and shoulder for added stability. Meanwhile he was pondering his next plan--take her to where she was staying?

The observatory was nice, but it was also sparse for guest quarters. Not for lack of effort and time on Zelda's part, but many of the other Heroes were staying there currently. Nor was she likely to rest or sit down for a food without working through it.

An Inn held similar problems, not to mention at least one of them held a certain Bartender who'd proven he had a nose for gossip. While it did amuse Vincent to poke back at the other, he also wasn't keen on the man using the tragedy of their lives for his own amusement. Inns also were expensive, and while Heroes got a stipend it wasn't much; the other heroes also hadn't even that.

Sighing, he vaguely hoped Yuffie was not coming home anytime soon. Then again, if Reno could crash on their couch regularly, then Lucrecia doing so for a few hours should be fine too. His next decision was whether to take shortcuts via the back-alleys and roofs (and if he could do so safely without disrupting the woman in his arms) or the streets.

Streets were too public, so shortcuts it was until his arm or other parts of him protested.

[toomanymistakes]

Maybe it was the minimum of three days straight with no sleep that she did not stir at the the voices. One day once her inevitable embarrassment wore off, she would likely return in hopes of meeting Sheena properly. Until then, she did not protest anything. At least, until they were traversing the shortcuts.

It was the same thing she'd seen for weeks on end: She could see the bloodied faces of the other Heroes who were no so fortunate to make it to Mysidia no matter where she turned, as if they were taunting her. Why should she still exist, with all she'd done, when their innocent lives had ended? It wasn't fair to them. It wasn't fair, at all. They could have been of much better use to the others than she ever would be. She couldn't even find the answer to a simple cipher, let alone an answer to protect them all from Palitutu's plans.

She ran from them. Ran, trying to escape the haunted faces of those whose eyes would never see the light of day again. Yet for every step, her feet felt heavier and heavier until she found she couldn't move. She knew what was coming next; it had been the same the last few times she'd dreamt...

"No, not again."

...It was likely obvious with her breathing patterns that she was indeed still asleep, but not nearly as peacefully as one would hope.

[bloodypast]

Vincent had, at more than one point before her restlessness had become increasingly obvious, been mildly annoyed that the Ninja Job's special ability with a crystal would only confer Invisibility upon himself. It would've made things so much simpler. Careful of her though, and planning his routes out as much as he could. Clear enough to him that Lucrecia had obviously not let herself rest for sometime.

Nor would he have been at all surprised to find she was suffering nightmares. Not with all that she had been through on Crystallis alone, never mind her time before then and her visions. A deep breath in and out, as the dark gunslinger took a breather on a roof-corner, not far from the border now. About to head back to the streets and alleys, when she spoke in her sleep and stole his attention.

"Lucrecia?" Low, shifting his position to support her as he brought his left hand up and brushed back some of her hair. Whether trying to comfort him or her, Vincent honestly couldn't say.

[toomanymistakes]

As though on queue, the blackness and faces seemed to vanish as though they were a curtain being torn in two to reveal Hojo's lab in the manor, and his laughter as she stood there in terror. Somewhere she could hear her voice being called, but all she could muster was:

I'm... "-so sorry."

Then she was in the lab again, her lab, and standing between Hojo and her computer monitor.

'I see! Another experiment? Once a scientist, always a scientist--'

No, he was wrong. It wasn't... HE wasn't-!

Yet even that scene seemed to fade into static; something new from the usual nightmare, until she saw the demon itself staring back at her.

"Cha...os..."

She awoke with a jolt, not realizing for a second that her grip had tightened on Vincent's suit jacket as she slept, or even that she was being carried until her eyes adjusted. "Where... are we?"

$@#&, she'd fallen asleep waiting for him to return hadn't she.

[bloodypast]

Chaos? Crimson-eyes blinked, and for a second--only a second--Vincent felt a nudge at his consciousness that was a feeling of anger and rage. Crystallis--his status as a Hero and dependency on the Crystal as his link to home--had locked away most all of the effects all the experiments had wrought on his tortured body. Leaving him human, save in times of great pain and duress when he found that he still could call him, could change.

The jolt though, made him push the confusion and thoughts stirring back to be mulled over later. "You passed out." Perhaps stating the obvious, but Vincent felt it necessary to confirm it for her. Left hand dropped to rest against at his side, he still supported her under her shoulder, around her ribs and waist with his right. "Up on a roof under an overhang. Better to take shortcuts and alleyways."

[toomanymistakes]

Thank you, Vincent, for stating what was becoming painfully obvious. She had hoped, that of those who would witness her having a nightmare like that, Vincent would not be one of them. Yet it seemed as though fate would decree it differently than she'd wish.

Loosening her gip, she glanced away. "Put me down," she muttered, "I can walk from here." They both knew the gossipmongers didn't need more fuel for their fires. That, and she had a feeling things were about to get...strained.

[bloodypast]

Not as strained as she might think; although for the first time since they'd reunited and met, he did not listen to her. Not letting her go or putting her down anyways. "...and let you fall off the roof?" There is a very arched-eyebrow, and some amusement in crimson-eyes, before looping his left hand under her knees again.

Easy enough to leap down, and only on the ground in the alleyway, did he finally comply with her request. Taking a full step back, to give her space even. "And where will you walk to, Lucrecia? You passed out." Calm tones, but firm.

[toomanymistakes]

For a moment, Lucrecia simply gave him a scrutinized look as though she had implied down on the ground below in her sleep-deprived state. Yet she does not protest further, a small embarrassed smile briefly flashing across her lips as he leapt down. It was a small relief to have solid ground under her feet again, much as she may have secretly liked being carried. A relief that faded as quickly as her smile, for she wasn't sure. Her feet had guided her to Vincent in a moment of need for someone who would not judge her as harshly, nor could she let the younger Heroes she'd tried to watch over know more beyond what Barret had spat out between slurs she would not repeat in civilized discussion.

"...I don't know," she admitted, withdrawing a little within herself. "I had wanted to speak with you before returning to the observatory, but-"

Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to when the faces of the dead were friends of several of the other Heroes residing there.

[bloodypast]

A pivot of his position, studying her again. He had meant to try and show his concern, the seriousness that she needed to rest, not to make her withdraw. "I considered the Observatory, as well as other places." No surprise there.

"But decided they would not be suitable. Not that my answer is the best either..." Things were still strained at times between them, and between he and Yuffie regarding her. "I cook though, and my house is empty for the next several hours, aside from a moogle or two."

Enough to let her rest and recover a bit.

[toomanymistakes]

"Which is...?" she'd began, curiosity getting the better of her. If it was something that seemed only slightly better than the alternatives, she'd wondered what the one that seemed the lesser of evils-

Oh. Oh, that would definitely be awkward and caused her to raise an eyebrow. Tired as she was and much as she didn't mind Vincent's cooking, she couldn't help but be worried. "Are you sure? What if Yuffie returns early?" She knew how much the young princess disliked her even speaking with Vincent, let alone existing in the same city.

[bloodypast]

Vincent's eyes narrowed only slightly. Not at Lucrecia, and hopefully she'd know him well enough. Yuffie would simply have to deal, and he would take care of it.

Confirming, a step towards her, arm out such that she could lace her arm through it if she wished. If not, it was still easy enough to place it in a suit-pocket casually. "We're not far, and Ophelia will be there. Mooshoo, if he is around, is more mature than his Hero as well." Mooshoo would likely understand Vincent's reasoning, and at least keep things polite even if he didn't like the situation.

[toomanymistakes]

That small glare not directed at her in particular was enough of an answer for her. Without much hesitation, she closed the distance and interlaced her arm with Vincent's. "If you're sure," she relented, perhaps she was leaning into him a little too much than she should. But after that show of concern, her reserves of damns were depleted. If nothing else and she awoke to their arguing, she could just sneak out. Or rather, try two. Silly ninja jobs.