[ The words explain everything, and it's shit. It's not something Wolfwood can help with. She's gone, and he doesn't have girlfriend fetching powers. If he did, his brother would be here. ]
Shit. I should have ordered all the bottles in the bar.
[ He pours some more and drinks it. ]
That's shit. I'll drink here as long as you want to.
[Zack hasn't looked at a clock either, honestly. It's just a thing to say.]
Good. Don't need to make things worse by dragging you into it and getting you hurt. I'm trustin' you.
[He's not sure he has it in him to play watchdog even on a good day- he's just not built for that kind of responsibility. Still, if Wolfwood did get sick, he'd carry the poor guy home.]
[ It's a small thing, but Wolfwood feels a warmer spark from Zack trusting him than from the whiskey. He wasn't going to cause Zack any problems tonight before that statement, but he's especially not doing it now. Whiskey may fade, but he wants that spark to stay. ]
Only thing you dragged me into is dragging your sorry ass home at the end of the night if you need it. You're not that heavy. It won't be hard.
That's good because I give a lot of shit. And nicknames.
[ The serious comment however gets Wolfwood glancing at his drink. He takes a sip. A second sip. Vash is in Folkmore, but the alcohol burns in his heart. ]
I've avoided figuring that out. Things were busy back home, and the moment a pause could have come the fox showed up. I came here, and I haven't thought about that since.
[Zack barks a brief laugh. Feels good to laugh, after all the misery he's been vibing with recently. He'll take the shit, and the nicknames. Very limited complaining.
It's a short-lived laugh, but it happened, and he'll take that gladly.]
Wrong way to who? I dunno how it works, but that feels like a rule you can make up yourself.
Oh, I've hated past me for plenty. [ His smile is wry. He's been an idiot more than he cares to count and worse than that.
He listens however to Zack's concerns. Not making a habit. Those aren't intentions he's used to hearing the night of the drinking itself, more the morning after. ]
If you can say that tonight, you're doing better than you think. There's always somewhere to go fight things or the option to develop some kind of healthy habit.
Man... I used to jump on that sort of shit. It's part of being a SOLDIER, y'know? Mako or whatever alien stuff they put in me... I love fighting. More than I ever did as a kid.
[Maybe that's the side effect he got from Jenova. Not immune, and no mind control, just a thirst for violence in ways that make it fun.]
It'll probably come back. Later... right now I just ain't got it in me. It's a good idea. [For later. When the pain's scabbed over.]
[ Wolfwood nods. He hadn't cared for violence before the Eye of Michael. It's how they related half the time. The other half, it was sarcasm. The latter only with ones like Elendira. The idealogues were no fun. They hate him. If he weren't so damn good a test subject, he'd be long dead. ]
No rush. As long as we're here, we have all the time in the world. And if I weren't so committed to getting you home in one piece, I'd prove to you I could drink you under the table.
Hey, I don't have to get home tonight. I've slept outside before!
[Zack musters a grin this time. The year out on the road hadn't been great, but he'd done it before that, and it was fine! Just a bit of roughin' it. That's practically how he grew up, since Gongaga was so backwater.]
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Shitty things happen, and it makes for shitty people who keep doing shittier and shittier things? That's the best I got.
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[Zack downs another shot, pouring a fresh one, though before he swigs he swirls the liquid around in his glass.]
...The fox sent my girlfriend home. So. That's shitty.
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Shit. I should have ordered all the bottles in the bar.
[ He pours some more and drinks it. ]
That's shit. I'll drink here as long as you want to.
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[He could keep drinking for a while yet.]
Stop before you die, though. I dunno a SOLDIER's limits.
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[ He hadn't looked at a clock when Zack made his way over. When bad things happen, it's drinking time, no matter the time of day.
The limit Zack suggests though... Wolfwood thinks of Vash, and yeah, he's not going to drink himself into the grave, not even for one night. ]
I have a fast metabolism. It takes a lot more to keep me drunk, and even more to kill me. Dying isn't good drinking buddy behavior. It's off the list.
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Good. Don't need to make things worse by dragging you into it and getting you hurt. I'm trustin' you.
[He's not sure he has it in him to play watchdog even on a good day- he's just not built for that kind of responsibility. Still, if Wolfwood did get sick, he'd carry the poor guy home.]
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Only thing you dragged me into is dragging your sorry ass home at the end of the night if you need it. You're not that heavy. It won't be hard.
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You're the real hero tonight, man. Thanks.
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If you want to wind up on the floor for the night, drink at home. Then no one has to worry about walking.
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You just called me more depressing. Not in a while mind you, but Vash and I have both done that. Together even.
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We've moved up in the world. We're here.
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[He takes another deep drink of his alcohol.]
We're here... but I'm still figuring out how to deal with bein' the one left behind.
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[ The serious comment however gets Wolfwood glancing at his drink. He takes a sip. A second sip. Vash is in Folkmore, but the alcohol burns in his heart. ]
I've avoided figuring that out. Things were busy back home, and the moment a pause could have come the fox showed up. I came here, and I haven't thought about that since.
That's probably the wrong way of doing it.
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It's a short-lived laugh, but it happened, and he'll take that gladly.]
Wrong way to who? I dunno how it works, but that feels like a rule you can make up yourself.
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Deal with being left behind. It's not dealing.
[ Wolfwood shrugs. ]
I'm leaving that as a problem to... some other me. Not me now.
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[He peers down at his glass.]
This is... probably the wrong way. I don't wanna get into the habit of doing this too often, even if it does nothing. Here and there's not bad.
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He listens however to Zack's concerns. Not making a habit. Those aren't intentions he's used to hearing the night of the drinking itself, more the morning after. ]
If you can say that tonight, you're doing better than you think. There's always somewhere to go fight things or the option to develop some kind of healthy habit.
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[Maybe that's the side effect he got from Jenova. Not immune, and no mind control, just a thirst for violence in ways that make it fun.]
It'll probably come back. Later... right now I just ain't got it in me. It's a good idea. [For later. When the pain's scabbed over.]
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No rush. As long as we're here, we have all the time in the world. And if I weren't so committed to getting you home in one piece, I'd prove to you I could drink you under the table.
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[Zack musters a grin this time. The year out on the road hadn't been great, but he'd done it before that, and it was fine! Just a bit of roughin' it. That's practically how he grew up, since Gongaga was so backwater.]