[if it wasn't for the tides, livio wouldn't even be here. he'd much rather be out on the beach, secluded and all, considering how wet his face and how red his eyes are. he does his best to wipe away the evidence as he hears someone approach -- vash, by the sound of his footsteps.
he isn't sure whether hope or dread is stronger. maybe he can pretend it's hope for a little while longer if he doesn't look directly at vash yet.]
... You're home. Thank you. [at least he can be grateful vash honored his word.]
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he isn't sure whether hope or dread is stronger. maybe he can pretend it's hope for a little while longer if he doesn't look directly at vash yet.]
... You're home. Thank you. [at least he can be grateful vash honored his word.]