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Eleven
-Bad Habits-
He was drinking again. She'd known it, even before she'd found a reason to accidentally barge into his room. She could hear his glass clinking sadly on the table from the room beside his. It hurt her inside to know that he was in here, drinking away his pain like it was nothing but a disease.
She threw his glass across the room in disgust. The sound of shattering glass seemed to open his eyes, and he stared up at her with a mixture of hope and fear.
"Would Lucrecia want you drowning your feelings for her like this?" She hissed bitterly, the words falling from her mouth like venom.
Vincent cringed, though the emotion hardly showed on his face.
"Lucrecia never cared." He said harshly. Yuffie gave him a disgusted look and grabbed the bottle of whiskey sitting on the table.
He watched with slight interest as she poured it down the drain.
"This is disgusting, Vincent. You're so much better than this." Yuffie said quietly. He wanted to smile, but the alcohol was clouding his senses and he couldn't trust that that was what she had really said. She turned to glare at him and he stumbled backwards into the wall, head rolling miserably as he tried to focus his eyes on her.
"Do you honestly think that this is how to stop the pain? I thought you were a lot smarter than that." She was beyond furious, and Vincent couldn't help but wonder where her hatred of alcohol stemmed from.
He felt guilty again. He'd let down her expectations of him. She was the only person he knew cared about him, and the only one that he knew had expected a decent role model from him. He would have cut out his liver if he thought it would make her forget what had just happened.
"Yuffie!" He stumbled and fell to his knees, furious with himself and wishing he was sober enough to shoot himself in the leg.
She paused halfway to the door, glaring back at him with tear-filled eyes. He'd hurt her, he had managed to hurt her so much the rest of Avalanche was going to see it. Yuffie was strong, but whatever he had done had broken her spirit so badly she was letting it seep through. He knew he saw tears welling in her eyes, but she wiped a hand across her face and any evidence was quickly gone.
"I'm sorry…" He said softly. Her glare didn't falter, but she stepped closer to him to help him struggle to his feet.
He found himself in a rather uncomfortable predicament then, as he stared down at her with their noses almost touching. He felt a great rush of heat and he knew he must have blushed. Yuffie didn't seem to notice, and shoved him backwards onto his bed.
He thought he heard the door slam, but he was too disappointed in himself to really notice.