[Denise’s brow furrows almost immediately, waves of aggrivated confusion washing over the creases on her forehead. What did Rainsford gain from involving himself in their private affairs? Had they not kept quietly to themselves since the worst of it all had passed? There had been no wanton actions, no Gabe or Atticus to sully the flames — nothing but quiet, leisurely existence. Doe-y eyes heavy with sleep deprivation, yet refusing to close, winding yet another day to an end with the sight of one another. They had been peaceful — or, as peaceful as their personalities had allowed them to be.
Despite his questionable intentions and the secret past shrouded between the three of them — Rainsford still held authority. That was, perhaps, what made the situation so concerning. More so concerning was the clumsy trickling of words from Vincent’s perfect mouth. Denise’s stomach churns at the implications, shooting a glance in his direction, dripping with worry.] If the idea of getting better is what we’re worrying about, I think I should possibly point out how well I do in his company. And he the same. Right, Vincent? [Why now, Victor? In this moment. She brushes her hand softly across his forearm, offering solidarity to help him through.]
[What could he possibly say or do? Oh, God. He wasn’t Vincent. Vincent would have said something long ago. But Victor? What could Victor do? He didn’t want to be separated from Denise, nor did he want Denise to be separated from him. For many reasons. It wasn’t simply because he was selfish in the way that he always wanted to be with her; it was because, if something happened to her because he was not with her, he would never forgive himself. How could he function without her by his side? One of the reasons he existed was because… well, because she was here. Where would he go, if she left him? Perhaps he would simply… cease. The thought caught in his throat, and he swallowed it down. He glanced over at Denise, offering a brief, reassuring smile.] Yes. Right. [He cleared his throat, attempting to harden his gaze.] As Denise has stated, the two of us are better off… with each other.
[Surely, they couldn’t take him for a fool. How humorous it was to watch the two of them struggle in a futile attempt to convince him. As if they could have swayed his decision. A small chuckle fell from his lips, emitting from the back of his throat. So small in its sound, it was practically undetectable. He exchanged glances between the patients, his eyes lingering on Denise.] Right. [He drawled out the word.] I can see how well the two of you are doing. My m-mistake.