[The coffee stares up at him, a dark shimmer as he listens. He gently jostles his mug to watch it ripple.]
Then Roche is an asshole for taking advantage of you. [Blunt, without heat, but harsh all the same. Vincent often tells it like it is, rarely softening his opinions for anyone. Especially when it comes to Cloud.
He glances at him, trails his eyes down his profile, up to his hands, to fingers that worry at themselves anxiously at the back of his neck. This is soft, raw territory. He knows to tread with a light step, even if he does not know exactly what the obstacle might be.]
You miss how things were?
[Was Zack representative of that? The bonds of a friendship unbreakable, until it was gone--? Cloud speaks as though it belongs utterly in the past. He has the look of loss in his eyes.]
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Then Roche is an asshole for taking advantage of you. [Blunt, without heat, but harsh all the same. Vincent often tells it like it is, rarely softening his opinions for anyone. Especially when it comes to Cloud.
He glances at him, trails his eyes down his profile, up to his hands, to fingers that worry at themselves anxiously at the back of his neck. This is soft, raw territory. He knows to tread with a light step, even if he does not know exactly what the obstacle might be.]
You miss how things were?
[Was Zack representative of that? The bonds of a friendship unbreakable, until it was gone--? Cloud speaks as though it belongs utterly in the past. He has the look of loss in his eyes.]