[At that, his brows furrow slightly.] Who's afraid?
[All the same, he glances down at the ring, then to Verso, bottom lip jutting out just enough to form a pout.] That's fair, I suppose. [Twisting the ring a bit with his other hand, he hesitates, but nods.] I mean, I don't mind having it here, but... the way he tried to insist on me not seeing you at all... That kinda ticked me off. He can be damn pushy at times.
[Verso chuckles.] You. Afraid of hurting me, or him. But, mon amour, you have never hurt me. Couldn't if you tried. [Immortal, after all. He always heals. Better than new.]
[Verso's ear flicks. How quickly Vanitas changed the focus from what the ring means, and what he feels, to that demand...] Pushy... He still treats you like a prize he has won. His belonging, to be kept. [Verso said it on the day he first met Vincent. He had been willing to admit his mistake, move past it, except... Vincent lied. And he thought he could demand Vanitas sever his connection to a friend, even as poor of one as Verso.] I—
[Verso hesitates, changes his mind.] Take care not to give him his ideal world, if that world leaves you suffering.
[Being called out so succinctly leaves him shamefaced for a brief moment. He's always prided himself on being composed and detached, so to have his fears identified so easily is very exposing.] Everyone can be hurt, Verso. Even you. And I don't want that. [It's why he worries so.
At that, though, a quiet sigh escapes him.] He doesn't... He treasures me. [Perhaps too much, yes, but still. Vincent has been incredibly good to him overall, the scissors incident aside. And his little outburst after he heard him and Verso had made out.]
I know... I appreciate that you're worried for me. But I'm not suffering, not from anything he's done. Only from my own greed. [Because he still longs to have it all.]
Wanting to be loved doesn't make you greedy, mon amour. It makes you human. [Verso brushes Vanitas' fringe to the side and leans so their faces are level.] We'll work on the details. [Together. Because Vanitas wouldn't give him up. Not even when it could have cost him Vincent.]
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[All the same, he glances down at the ring, then to Verso, bottom lip jutting out just enough to form a pout.] That's fair, I suppose. [Twisting the ring a bit with his other hand, he hesitates, but nods.] I mean, I don't mind having it here, but... the way he tried to insist on me not seeing you at all... That kinda ticked me off. He can be damn pushy at times.
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[Verso's ear flicks. How quickly Vanitas changed the focus from what the ring means, and what he feels, to that demand...] Pushy... He still treats you like a prize he has won. His belonging, to be kept. [Verso said it on the day he first met Vincent. He had been willing to admit his mistake, move past it, except... Vincent lied. And he thought he could demand Vanitas sever his connection to a friend, even as poor of one as Verso.] I—
[Verso hesitates, changes his mind.] Take care not to give him his ideal world, if that world leaves you suffering.
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At that, though, a quiet sigh escapes him.] He doesn't... He treasures me. [Perhaps too much, yes, but still. Vincent has been incredibly good to him overall, the scissors incident aside. And his little outburst after he heard him and Verso had made out.]
I know... I appreciate that you're worried for me. But I'm not suffering, not from anything he's done. Only from my own greed. [Because he still longs to have it all.]
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