pour one out for our ghosts

and I loved you so much it was making me sick

Having woken up to the rain pattering on them, Vai does not seem to mind when the weather gets worse; she merely glances up at the moody sky and leaves it to its own devices. Still, the look on Zeph’s face is more telling than any words, and the witch shuffles over a bit to rest a hand on his knee.

”Don’t apologise - I’m glad I found you.” She smiles sadly. ”I couldn’t say it yesterday because you were too drunk, but... fuck, you scared the shit out of me, the way you were talking,” she admits.

Glancing up, she nudges her shoulder gently against his. ”I also made you promise to kiss me again when you were sober, by the way. Though I might cash that in when you’re looking a bit less green around the gills. Want me to go and get some water?”