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[Vash has started to keep to himself more the past couple days. Rem's arrival had almost made him forget this day, but he could never really forget.

Today he heads out early, trying to leave the new house before anyone else is awake. He finds a spot near the fountain to do some early morning people watching before getting up and heading to the bakery. He stops outside, knowing this isn't really where he wants to be, it's just habit. He turns and heads to the flower shop instead. He doesn't stay long, just long enough to make sure that everything is still running smooth without Aerith.

He checks the time to duck over to Good Spirits quickly. He wants to be there and gone before Meryl's shift. He orders a couple of beers before he starts growing restless again. This wasn't right either. What was he suppose to do on this day? How could he ever fix this mistake?

Without much thought he grabs a couple bottle and heads out into the forest. He walks for a bit before just sitting down against a tree inspecting his find. People said this blue stuff was strong, now seemed to be a good time to try it out.

Some point in his drinking his journal falls out of his pocket and starts to record. For awhile it records very little until suddenly-]

CRASH!

[There's the sound of a whiskey bottle shattering as it's thrown against a tree. It's followed by silence that is slowly broken by soft sobs.]

I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. I - I didn't mean to.

(ooc: Anyone who wants to talk to Vash before he gets himself drunk is free to call for him over the journals! He'll have it on him all day! Or run into him pretty much anywhere.)

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[He hesitates just a moment. It seems like such a big step to take, but maybe he can with Rem here.] Alright, Rem. [He reaches out and takes her hand.]

[she pulls him up (best she can, anyway... WORK WITH HER HERE you big lanky thing) and slings an arm around his back once he's found his feet in case he needs... you know, a little support.]

I will be here for you, you know... [whether she means to help him face the future, or to take him home, he can decide for himself.]

[Vash gets up and sways a little on his feet, but at least helps get up and stays upright.] But, what if you leave again Rem? [It happened once before.]

What if you leave, Vash?

[she knows it was possible. he didn't consider it much, did he? that he might return home and leave them here, too. Luceti was mysterious, and it was an option. she's still smiling as she starts slowly guiding him out of the forest.]

You and I might not be able to see each other if that were to happen, but I would still have you here with me. I love you, silly!

I'd never leave you, Rem! [There's a slight edge of panic to his voice. Of course when he was sober he could think about something like that, but for now it seemed unthinkable.]

[oh, Vash. she tightens her hold around him, reaching up to wipe at his still damp cheeks.]

Of course you wouldn't. You're always here for me, you big crybaby. That's exactly the point, so don't you worry about anything like that!

Okay, Rem. [He's going to worry anyway.] I don't want to ever leave you.

I know you don't. Seeing you every morning makes me smile... I'm very glad you're here with me.

[there, there. come along now -- try not to trip over yourself. it'd be bad if you dragged her with you into a derp-pile.]

Me too. [And I hope you can hold at least some of Vash's weight. As every now and then Vash starts to sway and lean too far one way or the other.]

[sh-she's pretty tiny... but deceptively strong, for what it's worth. still, it causes her to stumble every here and there, sob.

no faceplants, yet! they're making progress.]

Maybe we should do something... take everyone on a picnic by your garden -- or we can go to the river and skip stones! I always wanted to show you how.

[Vash bites his tongue, keeping his thoughts about how he doesn't deserve something like that to himself this time.] That would be nice.

Do you think so, Vash?

[she eyes him a bit as they slowly meander along.]

...I want you to be happy. Your smile is contagious... do you know that? It always makes me happy.

Yeah... [He almost points out how many things make her happy, but he's afraid of it being taken the wrong way. Instead he keeps quiet, trying to focus on not falling over.]

You don't look like you believe me, even if you say yes...

I do. [Maybe.]

Then try to keep that chin up, okay Vash?

[she stops where they are in the woods, turning to look up at him.]

...Instead of thinking about whatever you've lost and done wrong, think about what you have right here with you.

But I don't deserve the things I have.

That isn't true...!

But even if you think it is, then... we love you anyway, don't we? And if you being our lives makes us happy, and seeing you happy makes us happy... maybe that's a way to earn it.

You think so, Rem? [Even if he's half confused by what you said. That's too confusing for a drunk to follow.]

I do.

Happiness is contagious. Just like your smile.

If you're happy, then... we are, too.

Then... if it helps you, I'll try, Rem.

[ah, son. she gives him a little squeeze, before leading him off again.]

Thank you, Vash.

Welcome. [It's more of an automatic response than anything. He's going to put most of his focus back on trying not to walk on Rem's feet.]

[it's a good plan, son. she'll settle with this for now, letting the quiet fall over them as she leads him to home.

not long, now! just hold out a little longer, then she's putting you to bed.]

[Oh bed, thank god. He was starting to get pretty dizzy being up so high.

And he'll just go ahead and sleep in his coat. Yeah. It's pretty comfy.]

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