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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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[Vash gets to his feet slowly. The Earth seems to be trying to move out from under him and it makes staying upright hard.]

[ She holds out a hand towards him carefully, ready to help him get his balance. ]

[Vash takes hold of it, but not to give her any of his weight. Instead he gives it a gentle squeeze.] Thank you, Meryl.

[ Her smile returns briefly for him and her fingers curl a little. ]

Any time, Vash.

[Vash falls into silence, instead trying to focus enough to make it home without, falling over, being sick, or stepping all over Meryl.]

[ Meryl will just be careful and maneuver herself so she doesn't end up an obstacle for his feet. She doesn't particularly want to be his landing pad. ]

[Vash stays quiet for the walk back. Very focused on his task. The first thing he wants to do when he gets home is go to bed.]

[ And the first thing Meryl wants to do is make sure he's lying down when they get there. She doesn't know what to say on the way. She doesn't look at him, for now. ]

[Vash likes this idea, as all he really wants to do right now is sleep. Sleep for a long, long time.]

[ She'll open the door for him when they get there. She's calmed down, at least. ]

[That's good as Vash has no energy left to argue. He sways still on his feet and makes his way to his room.]

[ She keeps a hand on his back. ]

Vash... will you be okay?

I will. [But it's more of an automatic response than a real one.]

[ She sets her jaw. No more arguing. ]

Do you want me to leave, now?

[...]

No.

... I'll stay here with you, then...?

[The hand holding her for support squeezes a little, gently. He just wanted the reassurance.]

I don't want to be alone anymore.

[ She shifts her hand so she can lace their fingers and squeeze his palm with a confidence. ]

Then you won't be. I promise.

[And finally he speaks with total honesty in his voice.] Thank you, Meryl.

Any time... [ She smiles at that honesty. It lightens her shoulders, just a little. ]

[Vash will go quiet again. Only softly saying thank you once he gets to bed and laying down. His head hurts for some reason.]

[ Meryl just settles herself to sit on the edge of his bed and lay a palm on his shoulder as a little comfort for him. ]

[It helps. He'll even reach up and take a hand in his. Wanting the contact. To know he really isn't alone anymore, but eventually he falls asleep and his grip loosens.]

[ She'll keep a soft hold on his hand, fingers careful, until his own go slack. She stays around a little while, until she's sure he's sound asleep. Then, she'll wander off to busy herself around the house. ]

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