Wells: I don’t-- I don’t know if I’m gonna sleep much tonight. Vaughn: Me neither. Wells: I think. I think I’m gonna make some coffee. D’you want some? Vaughn: Please. Wells: Alright. [They stand up and walk to open the coffee cabinet] Wells: We’re low on the french roast. It’s too late for the blonde roast. Vaughn: Do we have any of the cinnamon coffee left? Wells: We’ve got enough for one more pot. Vaughn: Perfect. Wells: Pretty sure we’re out of creamer. Vaughn: We can pick up some more in the morning. [Wells readies the moka pot and puts it on the stove.] Wells: We’ll need to get some more eggs, too. We’ll run out quicker, now. Vaughn: Alright. We can make a list. [Wells sits back down at the table, next to Vaughn. They rest their head against his shoulder, and let out a long sigh. Wells: Fuck. Vaughn: Hey, it’s— [The floorboards creak overhead. Vaughn reflexively moves to stand up. He catches himself and sits back down.] Vaughn: [Sighing] Sorry. I’m not used to this. Vaughn: I know she’s probably just grabbing some water, but… Wells: I know. Do you— Vaughn: Please. Wells: Alright. Time? Vaughn: 12:02 am. Wells: Date? Vaughn: Tuesday, August— [The coffee starts to percolate.] [Wells and Vaughn both flinch towards each-other.] Wells: You alright? [Vaughn lets out a quiet sigh. His hands begin to shake.] [Wells moves to stand up.] Vaughn: I’ve got it. We did a lot of walking today, rest your legs. Wells: Alright. Grab me an ice pack? Vaughn: Sure. [Vaughn takes the coffee off the heat, then grabs an ice pack from the fridge. He wraps it in a thin layer of paper towels and passes it to Wells.] Wells: Thanks. Vaughn: ‘course. [He turns back to the coffee.] Vaughn: You want the purple mug? Wells: Yeah. Vaughn: Alright. Here you go. Wells: Thanks. [Vaughn pours himself a cup of coffee and sits back down, holding the cup with both hands.] [Wells sighs.] Vaughn: Coffee’s that bad, huh? [Wells snorts.] Wells: Clearly. Wells: No. It’s just— Vaugh: I know. I can’t get it out of my head. Wells: What are we going to do with her? She doesn’t have anyone. Vaughn: She has us. Unless— [Wells looks at the ground.] Vaughn: I shouldn’t have assumed— Wells: No. No, of course she has us. It’s just… Fuck. We’re hardly fit for this. Vaughn: I know. Wells: We don’t have any clothes, or shoes, or… Vaughn: We can call CJ. They’ve got S. I’m sure they’d be able to help. Wells: Not now. ‘s too late, it’d just freak them out. Maybe tomorrow? Vaughn: Tomorrow, then.
When your heart gets pierced with arrows, don't rip them out and pierce those around you in retribution for your hurt. You'll only unnecessarily wound others and bleed to death yourself. — LadyMysterio
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