As Eve sat in the corner in her usual "Emo Chair", as Train liked to call it, she shook her head in disappointment. Train, like an idiot, had sat down with a man he had no close connection to whatsoever, and drank a whole bottle of god knows what just so he could tell the man he would get rid of the guy who had killed his family.

Don't get Eve wrong, she actually, as much as she hated admitting it, admired the fact that Train had wanted to make sure the man knew that he was going to avenge his family.

But a whole bottle of something? When he doesn't know what's in it, OR drink at all? That was just a bit too far.

And the thing that was irking Eve the most was Train was absolutely head-over-heels trashed right now. Currently, he was dragging poor Sven around in a sloppy dance, or what appeared to be a primate mating ritual, and singing a song at the top of his lungs.

"I believe in a thing called love! Just listen to the rhythm of my heart! There's a chance we can make it now! We'll be rockin' till the sun goes down! I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOOOOOOOVE~! Ooooh~! GUITAR!" Train sang to what Eve supposed was the music inside his head. Sven was stumbling about and smashing into walls and such, cursing like the sailor he had never been. Eve was quite impressed by the string of curses coming from the green-haired man, and turned on her mental recorders as to remember these words for later.

Soon, though, Train settled down with Sven sprawled half-way on the couch, and himself sitting on the dining room table.

"I used ta' lurve someone, y'know? She was real pretty," Train commented randomly, his usual smooth voice slurring a lot of his words. Definitely trashed.

"Who?" Sven asked, sitting up and fixing his hat with an irritated look shining clearly on his face. Eve couldn't blame him; Sven had been smashed into nearly every object but her corner due to how small and cramped the room was.

"I've told yew about her. Her name's Saya. Well, it used ta be. Now she's as cold as ice, probably a few smithereens due to the explosion you found me in. I accept tha', though. Tha's okay. Life happens. Death happens. She was a really good person, y'know? She taught me to be me," Train said, laying back on the table and letting his legs hang off the sides, swinging freely. "But, chu' know, it's my fault she's dead."

"Don't say that! It's never anyone's fault that someone is dead," Sven said, sighing and lowering his head as he lit a cigarette, glancing over at Eve. She proceeded to make it look like she was sucked into her book, as usual. But really, she was listening to every word that was being said. And feeling her heart break, subtly.

"Tis' my fault though, dear Waterson. (Eve shook her head in shame, wondering if it was due to Train's slurring or his actual illiteracy.) The crazy asshole I like to call my personal gay stalker went psycho and killed her. And I miss her a lot. And, this'll probably be the only time you hear about Saya like this," Train said with a saddened grin, sitting up.

"Why?" Sven questioned, tilting his head as he took a deep drag of his cigarette. Train stood, stumbling over to the bathroom. But, before he entered the room and would come out as a sober man, he uttered a few words that felt like a slap to his friends and sweeping partners.

"Because. I don't want anyone to know how really sad I am inside most of the time."

And like that, Train had disappeared inside. Sven sighed to himself, muttering about how much Train was an idiot as he went to the kitchen, probably to start making a supper of a sad excuse called fish.

But for some reason, as Eve intended to follow Sven, she felt melted into the chair. And had an experience that hadn't happened since she had been under Torneo's rule.

She began to cry.

Not that kind of, boo hoo, sniffle cry. More like the, chest racking sobs that you try to hide for no reason, but fail anyways cry.

And, as much as Eve hated to admit it…

She loved Train, even though he was an idiot.

Not like she could tell anyone that, anyways. After all, she was competing with Train to get Sven's attention. But, she would hold that little crush dearly, and secretly. Because now she knew that Train wasn't just an arrogant jerk that she had to reason for liking. Because, secretly, he had become a true man, even if it was just for 5 minutes.