Summer '06 late one night. Touched it up 7.25.08. Touched it up again 6.6.11.


He glances over the bend of his own arm, the real one, strewn messily over a pillow. "I just realized something," Vincent says.

Cid grunts in response.

Vincent pauses, looking thoughtfully at the ceiling before letting his gaze fall lazily on Cid. "...I haven't had sex in thirty years." His short laugh can't decide if it's derisive, pitiful, or a sad little mix of the two.

With an exhausted groan, Cid opens his eyes and shrugs half-heartedly. "Yeah, well, fuck, happens to the best of us."

Vincent just shoves at him, rolling over, and still looking a bit contemplative... but mostly just sleepy.