it's a little hard for her to believe, but it isn't fair for her to pick at it. she's not even interested in doing that. vi's no saint. if she was in that situation, there's no way she'd handle it well, and - well, honestly? she'd probably do exactly the same as strohl, and that's why it's a good answer. because it's human, because it's sticking to a principle that you believe in, even when you know your emotions would get in the way.
so vi sucks in a deep breath, and reaches over for him, ruffling his hair, and then pulling him in. she bonks her forehead against his, resting that hand against the back of his head. ]
Keep that.
[ all of that. everything you just said. ]
Hold onto that, even if it kills you. It's important.
oh. he's about to reach up and swat at the hands ruffling at his hair, but the sudden gesture stops him, hands hovering sort of comically in midair at first, cheeks turning a little pink. it takes a second for him to get his bearings, but after that initial beat, he reaches up and sets a hand against the back of her shoulderblades, steadying.
... ]
I will. [ that much he knows. muttered: ] It probably will kill me. Can't think of a better way to die, though.
[ DON'T JOKE ABOUT THIS!!!! (only it's so not a joke but he survives the weekend unlike someone so you know). ]
Thanks, Vi. [ said a little softer, a little more seriously. the promise he made surges deep like a pilot light. ] ...Sorry, that someone wavered on you.
she stays there for a bit. for all the tough guy persona that she puts up, for as rough and rude as she can be, she is touchstarved in the worst way. it's nice, to have someone return the favor. to not feel like she's going to get stabbed in the back by just existing. when he jokes, she snorts, and finally lets go of him, easing back with a sort of tired look on her face. ]
There's plenty of better ways. [ to die, she means, making a face at him. but... as for the rest, she shoves her hands back into her pockets. ]
Sure. Knew her about as long as I've known you, so don't go changing on me.
[ it's been a little longer, maybe, but the sentiment is there. she bonds quick. ]
[ there are not plenty of better ways dying nobly is the only way to go? that is his life goal baby because that's really healthy
anyway. the tired look doesn't go unnoticed, and neither does the face - he snorts a little and jostles his shoulder into hers before she gets too far, with a little weight behind it. for the sassy face. ]
Not planning on it. Same goes for you, though - I've a feeling that won't be an issue. [ he's got a good sense for people. always has. ] Long as you quit calling me a goat.
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it's a little hard for her to believe, but it isn't fair for her to pick at it. she's not even interested in doing that. vi's no saint. if she was in that situation, there's no way she'd handle it well, and - well, honestly? she'd probably do exactly the same as strohl, and that's why it's a good answer. because it's human, because it's sticking to a principle that you believe in, even when you know your emotions would get in the way.
so vi sucks in a deep breath, and reaches over for him, ruffling his hair, and then pulling him in. she bonks her forehead against his, resting that hand against the back of his head. ]
Keep that.
[ all of that. everything you just said. ]
Hold onto that, even if it kills you. It's important.
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oh. he's about to reach up and swat at the hands ruffling at his hair, but the sudden gesture stops him, hands hovering sort of comically in midair at first, cheeks turning a little pink. it takes a second for him to get his bearings, but after that initial beat, he reaches up and sets a hand against the back of her shoulderblades, steadying.
... ]
I will. [ that much he knows. muttered: ] It probably will kill me. Can't think of a better way to die, though.
[ DON'T JOKE ABOUT THIS!!!! (only it's so not a joke but he survives the weekend unlike someone so you know). ]
Thanks, Vi. [ said a little softer, a little more seriously. the promise he made surges deep like a pilot light. ] ...Sorry, that someone wavered on you.
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she stays there for a bit. for all the tough guy persona that she puts up, for as rough and rude as she can be, she is touchstarved in the worst way. it's nice, to have someone return the favor. to not feel like she's going to get stabbed in the back by just existing. when he jokes, she snorts, and finally lets go of him, easing back with a sort of tired look on her face. ]
There's plenty of better ways. [ to die, she means, making a face at him. but... as for the rest, she shoves her hands back into her pockets. ]
Sure. Knew her about as long as I've known you, so don't go changing on me.
[ it's been a little longer, maybe, but the sentiment is there. she bonds quick. ]
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anyway. the tired look doesn't go unnoticed, and neither does the face - he snorts a little and jostles his shoulder into hers before she gets too far, with a little weight behind it. for the sassy face. ]
Not planning on it. Same goes for you, though - I've a feeling that won't be an issue. [ he's got a good sense for people. always has. ] Long as you quit calling me a goat.
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she takes the jostle easily enough, grinning a bit. it pushes that terrible mood out of her mind, at least. ]
No promises. [ she reserves the right to bully him. but also: ] Hey, come get something to eat with me. I'm starving.