Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

He blinked slowly at her as she worked. She wasn't being snarky, she was scared. He liked to make light of situations when he was scared. He liked to joke and play and laugh when he was scared. Anything but face the fear. She faced the fear. She was quiet and productive and... dutiful? When it served her. As she moved around his eyes followed her, not wanting to let her out of his sight. The only thing he was sure was real in this room was her. Her smokey grey fur looked practically purple. Why would her old master be so cruel to her? Would she ever want to be with someone on her own terms? She certainly wouldn't want to be with him regardless. He fucked everything up. He got himself sick... again. But it was nice to just... be sick and not be totally coddled over...

He sighed as the cool cloth was draped over his neck, it quieted some of the strange noises trying to catch his attention.

"Vesper?" He tried again, "Thank you. I'm sorry I treated you so badly." Ignored her when he was overwhelmed by her sass, left her alone for days while she healed, hit her face, shoved her to read the obelisk... he just needed to be himself. He can't be like Bas... He glanced at the tea.

"It should be ready by now." He said, easing himself up to grab it.

"Speech"