[just...scooping up those flowers to throw them elsewhere before sort of fidgeting and slotting himself against vax's side almost like a cuddle but not quite.]
Bass is right. [because maybe he needs to hear it from both of them.] She'll be okay. [he opens his mouth to say "just think about what you can do for her tomorrow" but then he kind of goes like "well tomorrow is weird" so he shuts up again.
[ the combination of his two very stressed out teens and the amber and the nice gestures is... helping, at least. he takes another deep breath, and riff pausing like that gets him to huff, softly. he's doing his best. ]
... Just hate being away from her. Not knowing.
[ knowing that someone could hurt her, overnight. knowing that she got hurt, knowing that he was, apparently, involved somehow. ] She's with Rubes and Birdie, at least.
[ and probably also damien but like thats damien
anyway that's murmured, maybe more comforting for him than anyone else. he lets riff and bass both take up as much space as they want, though, leaning a little against them, too. baby sandwich ]
[yeah there's an equally worried look because woof. it's fine. baby sandwich to emotionally support a bird...]
Right. She's not alone, and the others will take care of her until you can see her tomorrow. [maybe if he says it out loud, he can wish it into the universe? maybe vin will live to see tomorrow and everything will be okay.
it's just...reaffirmation. vax can do it for him, so it's his turn to do this for vax.]
[ he looks down at his hands, for a moment. they're no longer so bloody, and while the shaking hasn't quite stopped, it's come down a bit.
vax reaches up, scrubs a hand over his own face, and tries to focus on the two of them, tipping his head back against a bookshelf. ] ... maybe Scanlan was onto something. I need a pound and a half of - [ ... ] - something very illegal.
[ there are children present. this sort of half joke gets him to chuckle quietly, shaking his head. ]
[ sometimes you almost lose your newly adopted sister and its fucking terrifying and then you come back here and someone offers you a weed and you laugh so hard you want to die
that's where we are rn he just sort of half collapses when he sees fret start giggling and laughs harder at that, too.
he nods a little, though, and doesn't voice it. he probably doesn't have to, because he can only imagine riff is thinking the same.
what if she's not?
... they just talked about this, earlier in the week, how important the people in the prism are to vax, but, maybe even more, how important vin is, how she holds a special place in his heart that is so, so tender. so, he just coughs, again - another anxious olive green flower that flutters uselessly into his lap - and then rubs his arm across his eyes. ]
[yeah buddy, they sure are same hat. but he's not going to say so. he's just going to pluck the olive petal away to fling it elsewhere before curling up a little closer and pointedly staring elsewhere.]
...I get that this is kinda hypocritical coming from me, but try to think positive. For her.
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Bass is right. [because maybe he needs to hear it from both of them.] She'll be okay. [he opens his mouth to say "just think about what you can do for her tomorrow" but then he kind of goes like "well tomorrow is weird" so he shuts up again.
uh...hm...]
But you're right. This does suck.
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... Just hate being away from her. Not knowing.
[ knowing that someone could hurt her, overnight. knowing that she got hurt, knowing that he was, apparently, involved somehow. ] She's with Rubes and Birdie, at least.
[ and probably also damien but like thats damien
anyway that's murmured, maybe more comforting for him than anyone else. he lets riff and bass both take up as much space as they want, though, leaning a little against them, too. baby sandwich ]
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Right. She's not alone, and the others will take care of her until you can see her tomorrow. [maybe if he says it out loud, he can wish it into the universe? maybe vin will live to see tomorrow and everything will be okay.
it's just...reaffirmation. vax can do it for him, so it's his turn to do this for vax.]
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It does suck though. [he adds. vax has done this for bass, too - both of them trying to give back a little.] It really sucks to be separated.
Working yourself into a frenzy's not gonna do anything though, so you gotta relax, best you can.
[thonks his head against vax. deep breaths.]
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[ he looks down at his hands, for a moment. they're no longer so bloody, and while the shaking hasn't quite stopped, it's come down a bit.
vax reaches up, scrubs a hand over his own face, and tries to focus on the two of them, tipping his head back against a bookshelf. ] ... maybe Scanlan was onto something. I need a pound and a half of - [ ... ] - something very illegal.
[ there are children present. this sort of half joke gets him to chuckle quietly, shaking his head. ]
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Well, I don't have Verdant, so I can't summon you any weed... [this is a half joke also]
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LAUGHS?
it's just startled out of his mouth and then he just laughs harder. and harder. ]
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that's where we are rn he just sort of half collapses when he sees fret start giggling and laughs harder at that, too.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ]
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[well. i'm sorry i'm intruding on your thread, but she looks over at verdant, and remembers what weed is slang for from her reading - ]
...we use that in some medicines... and I have Verdant this week... do you need some?
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anyway vax is like
crying with laughter help ]
I - fuck, fffuck, I have it too!
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Do - do you need it...? I can...
[she would probably not be trying to make weed normally but she's tired and traumatized her judgment is not the best]
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[so he knows what it is.]
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[you are sixteen stop this]
... I feel like if the Verdants could make weed they'd like, be doing it all the time, right?
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he nods a little, though, and doesn't voice it. he probably doesn't have to, because he can only imagine riff is thinking the same.
what if she's not?
... they just talked about this, earlier in the week, how important the people in the prism are to vax, but, maybe even more, how important vin is, how she holds a special place in his heart that is so, so tender. so, he just coughs, again - another anxious olive green flower that flutters uselessly into his lap - and then rubs his arm across his eyes. ]
...right.
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...I get that this is kinda hypocritical coming from me, but try to think positive. For her.
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... he huffs, a little, when riff says that, and tilts his head to rest it on top of his. bonk. gentle. ]
I will if you do.
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...yeah. Think we can manage that for one day.