Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

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With that little taste of her vulnerability, Damien's heart was played like a fiddle and he immediately nodded and gave her a tender smile. "That would be fine with me if it's okay with Sabastian." He looked over at the little blonde, hoping he would be amenable to it as well.

"I would prefer if you slept in the middle in that case, Cora. If that's okay. Nothing against you Damien, I just..." Sabastian looked away from him and fidgeted with his sleeves.

Damien shrugged, "yeah, that's fine. How about I sleep on the inside, Cora in the middle, then you on the outside?"

Sabastian nodded and looked at Cora for her own approval while Damien laid down on the bed and scooted up against he wall.

 

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She didn't catch the look from Sabastian, having just been so relieved that they were willing to go with the idea, that she just climbed right into the bed. Instead of laying down next to Damien, though, she scoots up towards the pillow so her back is against the wall and her head almost touching the top bunk. She draws her knees up to her chest and then wraps her arms around them tightly.

"My stomach still hurts" she quietly says.

"I'll lay down when it stops."

Her face wouldn't turn to either of them, instead she just rests her chin on her knees and looks forward with a blank stare.

 

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Sabastian watched her get into bed. When she commented on her stomach hurting, he gave her a worried look. If her sickness was caused by anxiety, did that mean she was still anxious? Maybe having himself and Damien sleeping next to her would eventually calm her down. It almost seemed like she was acting strangely, but he didn't really know in what way or why she would be.

He turned and grabbed a pillow off another bunk sidling in next to Cora just enough to prevent himself from falling off the edge of the bed. The little man laid on his side facing Cora, looking up to her and offering a smile before saying, "okay. Goodnight. I'll see you in the morning, hopefully I'll be sober at that time." With that, he closed his eyes and was asleep very quickly, his breathing soft and relaxed.

Damien turned on his side toward her as well and looked up at her before looking away. This was all very different and it put him on edge. Being the only one who was actually sober at the time, he didn't feel the same pull to sleep as they did, so he reached over and patted her leg awkwardly before saying, "goodnight Cora. You know I'm a light sleeper, so let me know if you need anything, okay? Love you, goodnight."

The worried man closed his eyes and tried to sleep, aroused by every movement she and Sabastian made for fear that she might need comfort.

 

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Her worries about being watched were so strong at that moment that she didn't even want to risk opening her mouth to tell him goodnight. So instead, hoping that the dim light of the room would hide her actions, she lets a hand down and she move it behind his shoulder. She leaves it there, gently stroking his skin and the back of his neck, or sometimes moving up to run her fingers through his hair. She wanted nothing more than to simply cuddle into his chest and let his arms wrap around her, let him melt away her fears and worries, but this was the closest she could get right at that moment. The safest for him.

The rest of the night, except for her occasionally softly rubbing him through the cloth, Cora sat stone still. Her eyes watched every shuffle of blankets, every startled jerk, or kick of someone's feet. And she listened. She could be very good at listening.

Still, nothing happened. No shadows took form, nor did anyone whisper in her ear. No one gripped her shoulder, or some photo mysteriously appear within her sight. It was foolish, but Cora finally began to let her more rational thoughts seep into her mind, and with them, she began to lie to herself.

If the the military was not letting infected people leave, then more than likely they would want them complacent. And what better way to get someone complacent than by holding their lover hostage? Perhaps that's what was happening to that man that was killed. Perhaps he didn't follow orders. Or perhaps because she had covered Damien's mark up, they thought he had targeted the wrong person. Was it their fault that man got killed? No. They didn't have control over someone else's actions, and if that's what they were doing, then it was simply all the more reason to leave. Before more people got killed.

Even still, she felt cold as she had these thoughts. She was no hero, but she didn't like that in those moments of darkness, she felt next to nothing for the man who likely died as a pawn in someone else's game. She needed to get out of here; get them all out of here. The morning sun couldn't come fast enough.

 

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Slowly but surely, with that soft touch of her fingers, Damien drifted off to sleep. Of course he didn't dream, but in some ways he was glad he didn't. If he didn't dream, that would mean it would feel like only a moment before he opened his eyes to see Cora's lovely face again.

Though it may have felt like a long time for Cora, the sun did eventually come up, and with it the people started to stir as well. Most of the military personnel got up at the first hint of sunlight, rubbing their eyes and some of them cringing. It was obvious that more than a handful of them were hungover, and the light didn't do them any favors. There was a grumble here and there, but they seemed generally relaxed, glad for having gotten a taste of normalcy.

The movement of the other soldiers is what stirred Damien from his sleep, slowly opening his eyes and looking up at Cora. She looked awfully tired and he wondered to himself if she even got a wink of sleep. He felt a little bad; he should have stayed up with her or insisted on doing something that might relax her. Instead, it would seem that he was sober and well-rested while she was tired.

He simply laid there for a moment, reaching out and putting an arm around her waist, cuddling up to her so that his face snuggled into the side of her hip. "Good morning..." Damien murmured softly, sighing and closing his eyes once more. He wished he could continue to sleep, but too many people were moving about and his body was already taking a note from the sunlight.

Sabastian had a happy, dumb expression on his face, as he was currently having a delightful dream that Vin had accepted their offer for him to come with them. Vin was playing guitar in the backseat with him, a toothy grin on his face as he played.

 

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Despite looking tired, Cora didn't feel it at all. She was wired and alert, watching every soldier as they stirred carefully. She even caught it when Tommy came shuffling through the door, looking absolutely exhausted, and planting face first onto the first available bunk.

Damien cuddling up to her made her heart ache, and she wanted so badly to reach out and touch him. But despite having mostly calmed herself down, she was still scared that someone could be watching her, especially now that it was light.

"Good morning" she says quietly, almost neutrally. She had removed her hand from his back when the sky had begun to lighten up, and gone back to her position of holding her legs. Her knees ached, and she wanted to get up and stretch so badly.

Looking down at Sabastian, she gives him a gentle shake of his shoulder to wake him up.

 

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Sabastian looked up groggily, giving Cora a slightly salty look. "Cora, I was having the best dream..." He sighed and rubbed his eyes, scooting up so he could sit against the wall as well. His pants were tented a bit, but he hadn't even recognized it yet.

His face fell a little bit as he realized that he would have to say goodbye to Vin now. He didn't want to leave him here, not with people spiking other people's drinks and getting shot from rooftops. Sabastian wanted the handsome man to come with them, wanted him to be safe most of all. However, it wasn't his choice to make, and even if he did come along with them and they fell in love or something, it wasn't like they could act on it.

Speaking of which, his eyes widened as he realized just how slutty he had been last night. His cheeks burned at the memory of licking Vin's chest, the blonde suddenly putting his face in his hands and shaking his head. "Cora... I'm never drinking booze again! God! So fucking embarrassing!"

Damien had been about to ask her if she was okay when Sabastian spoke. She seemed really cold to him. Was she angry with him for beating the man up? Or for leaving her on the edge of the crowd? He just didn't know, but what he did know was that her affections seemed to be withdrawn. He simply leaned his forehead against her hip, reflecting quietly.

 

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Luckily for Damien, Sabastian was about to get much the same cold treatment.

"Just apologize to him, he'll probably take it in stride. You were very drunk."

With that simple and short statement, she starts to scoot herself around him and get off the bed, her knees feeling stiff. Once she was up, she simply stood there with her arms crossed, letting the blood come back to her limbs. While she waited, she looked around at the other people coming and going. Did she recognize any of them? Would she recognize any of them? She had been so little, would she still be able to remember their faces?

She looked over at Damien and Sabastian, and though she tried her damn best to hide it, there was still a touch of concern. She was unconsciously biting the corner of her lip, and her brows were just barely knit.

 

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In his embarrassment, Sabastian didn't notice how short she was being with him, the little blonde man groaning and shaking his head again. "I hope to god he was too drunk to remember."

Damien noticed, though. He saw that she was distancing herself from both of them for some reason. Maybe she was just still so disturbed by almost being roofied that the trauma triggered from it was still lingering. He would have to be patient and wait for her to unwind again; perhaps she would feel better once they were driving away in the car.

Sabastian got up himself, still beating himself up about last night.

Needing to use the restroom, Damien also scooted over and got up, stretching his hands up as far as they would go before bringing them back and yawning.

"I'm headed for the bathrooms. Are you guys coming with?" He asked, starting to back away slowly toward the exit.

 

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"Yea, we should probably go before we head out."

She looked at Sabastian as she said it, hoping he would stick with them. The idea of any of them getting separated, even momentarily, was setting her on edge again.

Meanwhile, Vin had already been up for a minute, showering and finding a fresh change of clothes. A simple outfit, just some faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt. He was waiting in the bar, sipping on some water and eating some toast, and only slightly keeping a look out for Aurora. He imagined she wasn't too happy with him ditching her last night, and he was hoping that the other three would get there sooner rather than later.

 

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Dave came over to Vin, refilling his water and smiling. Unlike most people there, Dave looked like bright and awake like a bowl full of daisies. Some of the army men muttered amongst themselves about how he probably sold his soul to the devil for the ability to never need sleep.

"I told Aurora what Damien said to tell her- that you'd been detained for getting into a fight. I'm not going to put my nose in your business, but I will tell you that she usually comes in at noon." He winked at Vin and turned, walking back over to the bar and filling up another patron's glass.

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For the first time, Sabastian noticed that his pants were tented, and he tried to inconspicuously cover himself. Damien also had some morning wood going, but he didn't seem to care whether anyone saw or not.

The blonde, nodded and said, "yeah, let's go."

With that, all three of them traveled to the bathrooms, Sabastian with an embarrassed expression, Damien with a sleepy one, and Cora with her own slightly nervous deadpan. Once they had all done their business, they made their way to the bar, Sabastian dragging his steps as they went.

When they reached the door, Sabastian hung back. "Maybe we should go get breakfast first? Or maybe we should take a shower?" He really didn't want to go in, so he was looking for any reason to stall for more time.

 

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Vin got a bit of a wide eyed look, and then he chuckled.

"Alright, thanks man."

He hadn't really expected Damien to be so thorough, although he very much appreciated the gesture. That was one less thing off his shoulders now, at least.

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Cora didn't want to go in either. Not that she didn't want to say goodbye to Vin, she very much did, it was just that she wanted to leave so badly. She just wanted to load up in the car and go, drive until there was no way anyone could follow them without her noticing for sure.

Then something occured to her, as she was standing there and listening to Sabastian. She was giving into fear again, and while she had a good reason for doing so, she was also pissed that that bastard still had such a control over her life years later, even from the grave.

Look at her. She was standing here, quaking with fear and wanting to run away like the child she was. Like the child she had been. She was letting herself act cold to the only man she had ever loved, out if some sense of danger for him. But the truth was, if he was still alive, and he was after her, then he was going to find a reason to hurt her no matter what. Because that's what he wanted. He wanted her to be in pain, and if he couldn't find a reason to punish her, then he would make one.

She had been a good child. She had done everything right and nothing wrong, and yet he had still found reasons to hurt them.

Something seems to snap in her. Her fear, though still strong, was being pushed to the back of her mind to make way for anger. Her hands had clenched into fists by her sides, and it isn't until they start to ache that she finally notices and lets them loosen up. Her gaze turns to Damien for a moment, and she looks at him.

He was so handsome. And kind. And gentle. He was everything she had needed and he had found that little broken piece in her heart and glued it back together. The thought of him being harmed simply because he had dared to get close to her filled her with sorrow and regret, and anger. She couldn't let him get hurt.

She decided, then. When they were out of the compound, and back on the road, she was going to tell him. Perhaps, not everything. But, enough to let him make his own decision. Because she couldn't keep living like this; not after having known what it was to be free again.

Her body seems to physically relax as she finally looks away to the door, and while she doesn't reach out and take his hand, a risk she wasn't willing to take just yet, she does give them both a soft smile.

"Come on Sabastian."

Her voice was softer now, finally a little warmer.

"You'll always regret it if you don't, and you never see him again."

Although she spoke the words to their cute little companion, her eyes went up to Damien briefly once more.

Cora reached out and opened the door, walking in with a bit more relaxation in her step. When she spotted Vin, she smiled softly and he waved them over.

"Thought you guys were going to sleep all morning" he said with an easy smile. It was the last time he was going to see them, and while he was sure Sabastian would be in his thoughts for years to come, he didn't want to spoil this moment with awkward chatter.

 

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Damien hadn't realized his shoulders had been tensed until she gave them both a warm smile. It felt like she was slowly returning to her normal self, and that made him relax more. He returned her smile with an affectionate one of his own, still not feeling like it was the right time to hold her close just yet.

"I know..." Sabastian mumbled as she opened the door. Damien and Sabastian trailed Cora, coming up to Vin at his booth.

Sabastian looked at Vin and immediately looked away. He couldn't bring himself to look up into those dark brown eyes. Everything he did last night flashed through his mind: propositioning the guy, sitting in his lap, telling him that he was an anal virgin, licking and touching his chest... God it was awful. He almost wished Vin would get up and yell at him, scolding him for acting like such a thirsty bitch. Maybe at least then he might feel appropriately punished for teasing the poor guy.

He fiddled with the sleeves of his white over shirt, struggling to come up with something to say. Everything that came to his mind was either too cringey, too dramatic, or too casual.

Their tall, steely-eyed dracula gave Vin a good-humored smile, "well, it's never enough, is it?" Damien's smile faltered just a little and he cleared his throat. "You sure you want to stay?"

 

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Cora took a seat, as she expected they would probably at least be getting some water or something before they left. Her own anxiety had calmed quite a bit, though she never stopped paying attention to who else was around them. If Delvin were not so focused on acting not focused on Sabastian, he might have noticed her strange body language.

When that big blue eye looked up at him though, then so quickly looked away, he wanted nothing more than to reach and touch him. He had slept through the night, but his dreams had been filled with raunchy images of the little pirate. The way he had climbed up into his lap, especially, played a star role in many of the scenes.

He was a bit angry, but more than that, he was just left wanting for something that he felt like wasn't good for him. Like trying to hold a flame.

"You sure you want to stay?"

He rubbed the back of his neck briefly and tried not take a paranoid look around.

"After last night? No. But I'm going to. At least until I can figure out where I want to go next."

He didn't really know what else to say. He couldn't tell them that he actually did want to go with them, but Sabastian was the reason he wouldn't.

 

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When Cora sat down, Damien took it as a cue that it was fine with her to stick around for a little bit with Vin before they left. He sat down an then scooted over a bit for Sabastian. The little blonde sat down and looked down at his hands on the table. It hurt to hear that Vin still wanted to stay, but he understood that the man probably was just trying to find his own path.

Damien sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, "just don't pass out in any gas stations, okay? Someone might not come by next time." He chuckled weakly.

At that moment, Dave popped over, two baskets of garlic potato wedges being set on the table. he put down some little dishes of ranch, ketchup, and mustard for them. He gave them a big smile, winked at Sabastian, then turned and left. The bartender didn't know they were leaving, but he suspected that maybe Sabastian might be a little more willing to open up to Vin, at least that was what he was hoping for.

Sabastian blushed at Daven's wink, feeling a bit more self-conscious about what happened. He finally looked up at Vin and said "Hey."

When he had Vin's attention, he took a potato wedge and fiddled with it to keep his hands occupied. "Look. I'm... I'm sorry for last night. I was really really drunk and now I feel like an idiot for bothering you like that. I really don't want you to remember me like that, and I'm just ... Well I"m just really fucking sorry." His expression was apologetic and a little bit afraid. He was so embarrassed and ashamed, but he tried to swallow that down and meet the man's eyes with a steady gaze.

 

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Vin gave him a toothy grin, then snagged a potato wedge.

"I make no promises."

Cora hadn't been in the mood for food until she heard Sabastian pipe up. All of a sudden, busying herself with that one single potato wedge and ranch sauce seemed like the most important task in the world.

Delvin looked down when Sabastian spoke, and he tensed up a little bit, half expecting him to bring up coming with them as well. When he apologized, however, Vin melted. He couldn't stay mad at him, even a little. It also added to his suspicions that he had been absolutely plastered and likely not having a whole lot of control over himself, as the fear was evident in his eyes.

"Hey, don't, it's ok."

He reached out and pulled him against his side for a brief half-hug, giving him a little squeeze on his shoulder before letting him go. The last thing he wanted was for Sabastian to be walking around feeling guilty.

"We all do stupid shit when we're that drunk. Do me a favor though? If you promise not to get that plastered again, then I promise not to pass out on anymore break room tables."

He laughed then, his loud and hearty laugh that was full of good humour. It even managed to get a little smile out of Cora.

 

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Sabastian hadn't expected to be pulled into a hug, so his hand had gone down to Vin's leg to steady himself. He immediately retracted it though, putting it on the table instead. He wanted Vin to know he was sincere, and touching on his leg was not the thing to do right now.

Vin's strong arm felt so nice around him, and he wished he could stay there, simply wrapped up in the man's burly embrace. However, the fact that he was forgiven and that Vin didn't feel awkward about things was a good consolation prize, making Sabastian smile warmly before happily grabbing a potato and dipping it in ranch before bringing it to his mouth.

"I pinky promise." Sabastian held out his slender pinky to the man waiting for him to "shake" on it.

Damien was also very interested in eating potatoes when Sabastian started apologizing. However, when Vin so easily forgave him, Damien smiled to himself and dipped a potato wedge in ketchup. In one fluid movement, he booped Cora on the nose with it and then popped it into his mouth, his face neutral as though he had done nothing at all.

 

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Delvins finger dwarfed Sabastians as he 'shook' on it with him, then went back to eating his toast. He wanted to ask them which direction they might be heading after this, but after what they had seen last night, thought better of it. Perhaps a more safe topic, then.

"They were giving out some clothing. Meager pickings, but they're clean at least. They're also really pushing the personal hygiene, maybe you guys want to hit the showers before you go. Might not get another chance for a while."

Cora blinked in surprise when she found herself with a little red splotch on the end of her nose. She kept chewing, looking neutral, but she brought a finger up to wipe it off. So, he wanted to play did he?

Letting her eyes wonder to the side, to make sure no one was watching her at that immediate moment, she brought her finger up to her lips. Very casually, she enveloped the ketchup with her lips, along with about a third of her finger. She let her tongue twirl around her digit to get every bit of it, then she let out just the quietest, barely even heard by her own ears, little pleasurable moan.

When she finally took her finger out of her mouth and reached down for another potato wedge, she looked up and let her hazel eyes linger on his steel grey. Her expression was completely neutral and casual as she brought the food up to her lips.

"Good stuff" she said quietly, then let the potato wedge linger on her lips a little longer than was necessary. When she finally bit off the end, she chewed slowly and then swallowed it down with a little mischievous grin, knowing she had probably just won their little impromptu match.

 

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Sabastian grinned as they shook on it, finding it a bit funny how the man's pinky was much larger than his own. He considered Vin's next suggestion, chewing on a wedge for a moment or two before looking down at his clothes.

"Well, I don't think I would mind staying in this, but clean clothes would probably be better." As for being clean... Vin was the only one he would want to be clean for, so he wasn't super concerned about it.

Damien had been about to say something when his eyes caught Cora with her finger in her mouth. The way she gently sucked and swirled her tongue around it made his pants tighter, his eyes glued to the sight of her cleaning her finger. He lost his train of thought and simply stared at her, his mouth watering when he saw the wedge slowly pushing against her lips before sliding in. God, it was so fucking sexy, even with that neutral expression of hers. He could tell she was doing it for him, especially with that little grin at the end.

He thought to himself that when they were on the road again, as soon as they had a moment to themselves, he was going to see if she was up for a bit of friskiness. Damien was finally able to pull his eyes away as he looked at Vin. The man shook his head for a moment and then said, "Oh what..? I mean, yeah. Clothes. We probably should. I might hold onto my clothes for a bit, though. Maybe I'll just bring it out every now and then to relive the night I was a vampire."

The little blonde chewed his wedge and thought to himself that he was glad he was able to give Vin something of his, but he wished he had something of Vin's to keep for himself.

He turned to the man and nonchalantly said, "hey, do you still have that voodoo hat? Do you think I might have it? I thought it was really cool, and it would help keep the sun out of my eye." It was a weak excuse, he knew, but he thought he'd try just in case.

 

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Cora didn't let a full smile grace her lips, but she was secretly very amused when he got distracted and had to ask again what they were talking about. It was quickly replaced by sadness, however. Much like Sabastian, she wanted to keep him safe. But to do that, she was going to have to come clean, as difficult as it would be, about some of herself, and then let him make his choice. If he wanted to risk being with her.

Even if she wasn't being followed, she still had a shit ton of baggage she would likely always be lugging around. He might have glued her back together, but she had still been broken.

Delvin thought about it for a minute, trying to remember where he had left the hat. Then it clicked and he had a little 'ah hah!' look in his eyes.

"Yea, it's in the band room, sitting on the coffee table. You could grab it if you want, or I could go get it?"

He started to act as if he were going to get up to go fetch it, but gave Sabastian a few seconds delay to see what he wanted him to do.

 

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Sabastian pursed his lips and shook his head, "no no, it's okay. I don't really need it- it was just a thought." He knew they were going to have to leave almost right after they showered and dressed, so there might not have been time to grab the hat. However, he didn't want to give up what little time he had left with the man for him to get it. His time with Vin was much more precious than some stupid hat. Since Vin had basically pulled in onto the booth seat next to him at the edge, he made no movements, effectively blocking the man in and preventing him from going to get it.

He licked his lips, loving the saltiness of the wedges. Sabastian didn't want him to press the issue, so he changed the subject. "Even though I was super drunk last night, I have to say that your cover of "Zombie" was so fucking good. I bet half the audience was crying." He smiled, reaching over Vin to grab a napkin, making sure not to linger or get too close to him while he did so.

Damien didn't mind that Cora was being quiet and soft-spoken, though it did unsettle him just a little. It almost seemed like she felt she was being watched, which was understandable considering how that guy had waited for his opportunity to drug her by watching from a distance.

 

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"Alright."

He sat back down and went back to finishing his breakfast. Taking a drink of water, he let out a little chuckle.

"That was mostly Tommy's contribution really, he suggested it."

He gave Damien a quick glance, remembering the way Tommy had patted them on their shoulders and led them back out. The boy wanted so badly to protect people, it hurt him to think he was being manipulated.

"Honestly, I think you and Cora really stole the show last night."

He gave them both a toothy grin, but when he saw Coras face, he got a bit confused. He hadn't noticed until then, but she looked like shit. She hadn't drank that much, he had thought, but she looked she hadn't slept in days and her skin was really pale compared to her usual very light mocha tone.

His brows knitted a bit. Had Damien telling her the truth shaken her that much? Well, it was just all the more reason for them to get out of here sooner.

He went back to his plate, scooping up the last of his eggs and focusing on finishing off his potatoes, in just a slight hurry now.

 

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Sabastian chuckled, “I mean... it was probably mostly Cora. The reason I grabbed attention was the slutty dancing, mostly.” He shook his head and sighed, still a bit embarrassed about it. Looking over at Vin, he noticed the man now increasing the rate at which he consumed his meal.

Why was Vin suddenly hurrying with his breakfast? Sabastian watched him and felt a bit sad; the quicker he finished, the quicker they would leave, and the quicker he would be separated from the big man.

Maybe it was better this way, though. He felt like if he stayed too long, he might break down, and he wanted this last memory to be happier than sad. Vin would always have a special place in his heart, but the nature of humans was that eventually his memories of him would fade until he couldn’t even remember his face. Hopefully by that time they would find a cure and he could be with a newfound lover who treasured him.

He hoped the same for Vin- that he would find someone worthy of him and that he would be treated with the utmost care.

Damien caught the look he gave Cora, then saw the correlation between that and his frown and hurried eating. He must have picked up on the odd way she was acting and her paleness. He took another wedge and dipped it in mustard, enjoying the tart bitterness of the potato.

He had to admit that he was going to miss the man. Vin had given him better awareness of himself and his actions, and he would forever be grateful.

 

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Cora can't bring herself to eat much more, only about two more pieces before she pushes the rest of the pile over to Damien. She sipped on her water and once in a while she would look over at the door as casually as she could. At one point she pulled the make up out of her back pocket and waited until Damien had his hand resting down on his knee to rub some more over the mark, then she quickly put it away. When Vin was done eating, she was the first to stand up.

"Well we're going to miss you mister zombie puncher."

She managed a playful smile, despite the nerves, and was happy when he returned it.

"Hey, I'm sure I'll see you guys around. If there's ever a concert or party, you'll know I'll probably be there."

He gave them all a big grin, as if he was sure it would happen.

 

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Damien grinned back at him. While he would have liked to be able to see the man punch a zombie, he thought seeing him punch a tree was good enough for him. “If we find any beer on the way, I’ll save it for the next time we see you.” He knew it was unlikely they would ever see him again, but it was that hopefulness that kept him smiling.

This was it. Sabastian took a good, hard look at Vin and then put his arms around him, hugging him tightly as he rested his face against the man’s shoulder. He breathed in that glorious scent once more before grumbling, “goodbye Vin. Don’t be stupid or I’ll come find you and kick your ass.”

With that, he let go of the man and scooted to the side, standing up out of the booth and blinking with a frown on his face. He was doing everything he could not to cry, but ended up looking a bit cross because of it. However, one could tell he wasn’t really mad by the way his face was screwed up a little, his lips pursed.