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Chapter 15: Milly's POV
Mr. Vash and Meryl have been gone for a long time, she thinks as she glances towards the cliff hill that they were sitting on. In the dark she can barely make out the fact that they are still up there. Hopefully they have finally gotten that dance of theirs out of the way. Smiling she goes into the kitchen to make something to eat for her and Mr. Knives. Mr. Vash had not said he still needs to be watched so she is only marginally aware of him compared to how close she had been watching him just a few days before.

Humming to herself she sets about making dinner, it will not be anything fancy, cooking is normally Meryl's thing, but it will still be good. Just as she is getting done with it, she turns to go tell him and is surprised to see that he is standing in the room, shoulder against the door. He had changed back into his old outfit that she had fixed up.

For a moment she just stares, she had almost screamed because he moved so silently.

"You hum a lot, why?" he asks and it seems as if he had to remind himself to do so out loud.

Grabbing the food to set on the table, she smiles as she replies, "I like humming. Almost everyone in my family hums or sings while they work." Once the food is on the table she grabs the dishes and silverware. "Besides, no one has ever really complained so I have seen no reason to stop. Are you hungry, dinner is done."

He straightens up, walking over to the table and taking the second seat.

As he moves she can't help but think that the gracefulness that Mr. Vash has is not matched to Mr. Knives. It must be the scars that make a difference between them. Giving her head a small shake she takes her seat, getting dinner. Tilting his head to the side, his startling blue eyes have an unusual gleam to them as he looks at her. It's the type of look she has seen before but she cannot place it in her mind.

"Thank you for cooking," he eventually murmurs, as he takes a bite to eat.

She nods, replying with a smile and a shrug, "Your welcome, I tried to make enough so they can eat whenever they get back but I am not sure it worked. Cooking is Meryl's normally. I tend to buy premade food."

He nods, still eating the dinner slowly.

Silence falls over the pair, but it is not the awkward kind. It's full of thought and acceptance. For Milly, silence is as common as humming, particularly since she is used to working with Miss Meryl who spends a lot of her time thinking in silence while typing. Right now however, her mind is spinning. The doctor had confirmed that she was roughly four months pregnant, which was off, because Nicholas had died almost two months ago. She had not asked the doctor what gender the little one was because she figured she had enough to deal with as it is. Nicholas….

Giving a small shake of her head, she continued to eat. Meryl had already come up with a plan and she liked it, so that was the plan that she would go with. It would be easier that way. They could be a family, a smaller one then she grew up with, but still a family. It was a good idea. Now she just had to tell Meryl, and get the vitamins the doctor wanted her to take. She was sure Meryl would insist on it.

Eventually she decides to break the silence, if they are going to live with each other in the long run she would prefer to get to know him, while she knows plenty about his brother, he is a different person so it's worth asking.

"Have a good day?" she inquires softly.

Things she has already realized include that there were some massive problems between them but shooting each other seemed to have worked most of them out. He prefers mind-speech like his sister plants. He is a plant, which means he will have a super long life. He would rather be with his brother than anywhere else. Most humans are considered fair game to him, or at least he had felt like that, she is not sure if he still does. He definitely does not know how to take her and Meryl. He's as deadly as his brother, though she is not sure if it is the same type of deadly. Where Vash tries to mask his gracefulness with silliness, he does not, preferring a bring-it-on sort of fashion to movement. Even though he has not said much she is sure he is super intelligent.

He nods, again the speculative look has entered his eyes, "Indeed, its been a long time since we just were without trying to kill each other."

She smiles, "I think all siblings try to kill each other at some point, you two just took it more literal than most."

A low throaty chuckle escapes him and she finds herself entranced. Oh dear, she thinks, don't tell me I am about to enter the same type of dance as Meryl? That might make things difficult. Particularly since he is partly to blame for what happened. Giving herself another shake, she tries to clear her thought, but finds it does not work. Instead she finds herself mentally comparing the two and finding things that she appreciates about both. Still not helping, she thinks to herself.

With another mental shake of her head, she tries for small talk. In her mind it is best if she stops giving herself time to think, that could lead to sooooo many problems that she would rather not have to deal with right now. Thankfully enough, he seems willing to engage in the chatting and the two of them spend a peaceful dinner talking about mostly unimportant things, just getting a feel for the other.