Vincent (Purple Guy)x Reader

Chapter 11

  3 months later
I was finally allowed to go back to work. I wasn't allowed to stay on my leg for an extended period of time, but my leg was completely healed.
11:41 P.M.
I got to the back office and got all the equipment ready. Vincent wasn't anywhere to be seen. I still had some time so I walked around and surveyed the place. I hesitantly opened each door to make sure there were no bodies waiting for me to find them, human or robotic.
I found Vincent in the kitchen sitting on one if the counters.
"Hey! You actually came." He said. I sat next to him and smiled . I saw that he was holding a bottle of something. "How've you been?"
"Good... I guess." I shrugged. "What's in the bottle?"
He held up the bottle. "I don't really know." The label was torn up. So much so that you couldn't even identify what it was. "It tastes good, though."
"Can I try it?"
He handed me the bottle and I took a quick sip. The alcohol's taste sat at the back of my throat. It was sweet but strong.
"Where did you find this?"
"In one of the far cabinets."
12:15 A.M.
We both ended up finishing the bottle of mystery alcohol and, needless to say, ended up drunk.
We were both laughing hysterically at stupid things and almost died on many occasions.
We were both sitting next to each other on the floor. The pink hue in his cheeks gave color to his pale face. Causing the freckles on his face to become a bit more noticeable. I felt his hand brush up against mine. His hand curled around my hand. I looked at him to find that we were fairly close. Our faces only inches apart.
"I love you." He purred and closed the gap.