If Jackie were to ask more questions the streetkid would likely go into detail, but it wasn't really something he liked to mull over on his own - especially not when his mood was that to simply drink until he couldn't remember shit. Though, in truth, V would really love to see his choomba deck Johnny. There were many things that warranted it, but V was so far past the end of his rope with it he wouldn't even consider it himself.
The word hit V and he hears them but he only half believes them. Much of what V took as good things in his life wound up to be either pretty lies or painfully temporary. Things were benevolent now, but surely the other should would drop eventually. Maybe in the form of this actually being a simulation, maybe in the form of this is all real but actually some horror movie situation, or... Well, the list could go on. The rejection from Kerry just felt like the start of this process. Maybe. Sure didn't take long.
V didn't seem to come to until Jackie took his hand. The synchrony sharpened him up a bit, made him come to. Fear, sadness, anger - a confusing and sloppy mess from the alcohol. There's a fondness too, love, even. He could feel Jackie too, and he knew that his choom was right. V had his doubts, he always had his many anxieties, but Jackie'd tempered that well in their time together before.
"Stood on less solid ground 'n that before." He gripped Jackie's hand, confirmation that he'd at least try to accept it. There's a momentary pause, his head a bit sluggish to put words together.
"You know, Jack, I don't think you bein' here's a mistake. 'n I don't mean that selfish. 'Cept Kerry we're all dead men." The gloominess V feels as he admits this makes his body feel heavy. "If any've us deserve this chance it's you. You're the best'f us." V's brows furrowed. "I know Misty ain't here 'n I think I finally got an idea how that feels, but I think this sure's hell beats bein' dead."
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The word hit V and he hears them but he only half believes them. Much of what V took as good things in his life wound up to be either pretty lies or painfully temporary. Things were benevolent now, but surely the other should would drop eventually. Maybe in the form of this actually being a simulation, maybe in the form of this is all real but actually some horror movie situation, or... Well, the list could go on. The rejection from Kerry just felt like the start of this process. Maybe. Sure didn't take long.
V didn't seem to come to until Jackie took his hand. The synchrony sharpened him up a bit, made him come to. Fear, sadness, anger - a confusing and sloppy mess from the alcohol. There's a fondness too, love, even. He could feel Jackie too, and he knew that his choom was right. V had his doubts, he always had his many anxieties, but Jackie'd tempered that well in their time together before.
"Stood on less solid ground 'n that before." He gripped Jackie's hand, confirmation that he'd at least try to accept it. There's a momentary pause, his head a bit sluggish to put words together.
"You know, Jack, I don't think you bein' here's a mistake. 'n I don't mean that selfish. 'Cept Kerry we're all dead men." The gloominess V feels as he admits this makes his body feel heavy. "If any've us deserve this chance it's you. You're the best'f us." V's brows furrowed. "I know Misty ain't here 'n I think I finally got an idea how that feels, but I think this sure's hell beats bein' dead."