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Y/N's POV, August 17th 1995

I'd been with Vince for over a day and I've been keeping a watchful eye on him, he's been okay so far though he's on the quiet side, having not really said much to me, not that we needed to make small talk but I felt better if he did talk to me then he wasn't thinking about Skylar.

His silence was very telling about how he felt, when Vince didn't talk to me I knew things were bad because he always spoke to me even if he was in a bad mood. We hadn't done much the last twenty four hours, it took Vince a few hours yesterday to fall asleep and luckily he stayed asleep the rest of the day and all night, when he woke up he didn't say anything, he's spoken a few words to me maximum today.

We'd woken up decently late and been watching some TV for hours which wasn't exciting particularly but it distracted Vince a little and I could keep an eye on him here too and comfort him, you don't need words to do that.

I offered to make coffee at some point and Vin answers with a simple hum of agreement, we had our hands entwined so I gave his hand a slight squeeze as I got up then let go allowing me to get to the kitchen. I place two mugs out with a couple of teaspoons of coffee in each letting water boil up.

Coffee takes too long to make, I wish there was a way that made it quicker but it doesn't exist, I just had to stand here and wait for the water to boil feeling my sanity slip as I did so. It took a long time at the best of times but with the way things are today and the way I was fearing for Vince, it was taking what felt like treble the amount of time.

The water boiled and I poured the liquid into the mugs and chose not to put milk inside, he needed a strong coffee. With the finished beverages I pick them up and went to take them to the living room.

But when I get there, it wasn't the sight I was expecting to see... I walk back into the room I saw Vince with one of his hands over his face, trying to hide the fact he was crying but he couldn't, how could he? The second I realized this I rushed over placing the two drinks I'd just made onto the coffee table and sat next to the singer, throwing both my arms around him, pulling him as close to me as I could "Come on, sweetheart... I'm here... okay? I'm here. Oh, Vinnie... it's okay... I've got you."

It was breaking me seeing Vince this way, it was so unnatural, he was such a bright personality and I don't like seeing him dulled out. It didn't suit him, seeing Vince sad was so unnatural, it felt wrong, it always had and I don't see it changing anytime soon. I want to take his pain away, I want that more than anything.

Vin held onto me and sobbed, I held him close and just muttered comforting things in his ear. I did what I knew had worked with Razzle, just being there for him and making sure he knows he's not going to be on his own.

"What a-am I meant t-to do? I-... I don't k-know what t-to do. I s-still feel l-like this is m-... my fault, that s-she died cause of m-... me."

"She didn't... she didn't, this had nothing to do with you, it was a tragic, tragic thing that never should have happened but this wasn't on you. You did everything you could for her... she loved you so much... you were a great dad to her sweetheart... this wasn't you, it was beyond you or anyone to save her. Things like this happen."

"T-they keep h-... happening to m-me! With e-everything that's h-... happened the l-... last ten years, I can't d-do it, I-... I don't k-know how to cope anymore. I can't c-cope anymore." The man sobbed relentlessly, sounding as hopeless as he looked and felt.