"maybe we can head to the apocalypse again as a little vacation. you know what they say... paradise!"
"i cannot express to you how little i would like to do that."
"stingy fucker."
IN WHICH vincent leblanc, resident french asshole and externally...
007 ( how many times do i have to say goodbye tonight? )
chapter seven!
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THE MORNING HAD BEEN EVEN MORE AWKWARD THAN VINCENT WOULD HAVE THOUGHT. The air was awfully tense and so was Five beside him. Vincent had barely slept at all, but had woken up when Five moved away from his side quickly and stood up. Vincent had opened his eyes slowly with a small groan of annoyance, glancing over at a wide-eyed Five who turned away from Vincent's gaze and moved to look through the yellow pages Vincent had found the night before.
Vincent had rolled his eyes. He knew this would happen, knew Five would never want anything to do with him. He knew Five would turn away, get tense and awkward if they ever even touched slightly. Five was starved of human attention anyway, Vincent knew he needed it in some form. Although, Five did not want that human contact with Vincent. He supposed Five would never want to talk about it, never want to explain why he laid against Vincent's side like it was the most normal thing in the world.
But Vincent didn't mind. He had liked the night before, liked the way Five was acting in his sleepy state. Nice to him, calling him old nicknames he thought he'd never hear again. He had always missed that. Five was the only person to ever show him even an ounce of kindness and he missed that. It wasn't wrong to miss something that made him happy. It wasn't wrong to want Five close to him in a entirely platonic way. It wasn't wrong for him to want Five to like him again, to call him Vince and smile at him more.
Vincent just wanted to be content. He had never asked to be necessarily happy, all he ever wanted was go just be at least content. He wanted to wake up in the morning and be able to smile gently at the simple idea that he was alive. He wanted to live with the known fact that he was loved and that someone wanted him here. But he could not. It seemed that no one wanted him here or even came close to loving him. Vincent didn't even want a particularly romantic relationship, something utterly platonic would be fine. Although, every friendship he'd ever had was based on him being funny enough to stick around.
Not with Five, though. With Five his friendship was so much more. Vincent rarely had to say something purposefully crude to make Five laugh. He didn't have to be a silly try hard that's only goal was to make people cackle with amusement like he'd always been. Five hadn't seemed to ever care about that.
Sure, Five and Vincent had shared a few rare laughs here and there. But they had never been from purposeful jokes on either party. The first time they had ever made each other laugh so hard their stomachs hurt was when Five had tripped over an electronically charged toy, yelping embarrassingly loud when it turned on and began to move. Five and Vincent had looked up at one another, smiles slowly curling at their lips before they both broke into laughter. They had laughed for a good 5 minutes.
The times after that weren't nearly as climactic, but they still made Vincent smile when he thought about them. He missed laughing over simple things like that. He missed not having to force a laugh around people he did not enjoy being around.
