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The shock never faded.

Seeing the person you felt so dearly for lifeless in your own arms after screaming at you in that oh so familiar cadence they always did just hours ago.

Sandrone was always on the cold side, between the metal gears and joints that kept her running and the ever cold temperature she kept her office at, Sandrone was always just a touch colder than Columbina whenever she poked her cheek playfully.

But now that same coldness that used to feel so familiar is something foreign, it sends a shiver over her skin at how strange it feels now.

"you know," she spoke, fully aware that no sharp voice would angrily answer, "I still order two cups of tea whenever I go out." Columbina hums lightly.

"You still like chamomile right?" Of course Sandrone didn't like chamomile, she never did. In fact she always complained when Columbina made any saying "Are you trying to knock me out and ruin my hard work?"

It was always fun to see that annoyed side of her, not that it was anything Sandrone showed sparringly.

A light song left her lips, another Sandrone absolutely couldn't stand. All the nights Columbina sat outside Sandrones workshop singing the same song just to annoy her. When she left the fatui it felt wrong for her song to not be interrupted by shrill yelling and the sound of a small gear being thrown at her only to miss and click against the cold floor.

"Sandrone," she whined, poking at her face playfully, "Your hair is going to look funny in the morning if you don't undo it."

Not a complete lie-

but nothing that couldn't be fixed easily thanks to all the time Sandrone had spend teaching Columbina how to style her hair.

Columbina sighed into the silence and shifted so that she was laying next to the metal body of her friend.

"I never got to tell you many things." she said softly.

A small, chuckle left her mouth, signed at the ends as it melted into sadness, "I wonder what you would say to them. Nothing positive i'm sure."

But for some reason she smiles at the thought, her pinky finger curling softly around another.

She talks for awhile longer, to no one but the empty room and the corpse that cant answer beside her.

One thing she never says out loud, the words to sticky and sharp they would scrape her throat on the way up is;

Neither of them know when in started.

It’s not like it was some world changing moment. Over the years and years of traveling together it just became natural to ask for two rooms, two servings of food, two drinks, two sets of keys.

It’s was normal for Vash to dump the sand out of both of their shoes when he inevitably couldn’t fall asleep at night. And it was normal for Wolfwood to come back with a small bag of donuts whenever he went to stock up on cigarettes.

It was normal for them to casually fix each others clothes or feed each other little samples of food off their plate.

They didn’t notice it until they started to read each others eyes. They would get into another meaningless argument, they would both deflect and brush things off like they always do.

Vash would say “it’s fine,” but his eyes would be dulled with pain.

And the cool night air of the desert that strangled him would only be shaken off by the slight warmth of the place that Wolfwood’s should made contact with his.

No words where shared the rest of the night but the message was heard:

I’m here. I’m here and I’m not leaving.

Vash will wake up in the morning, his head resting on the firm shoulder of the one person he’s allowed himself to get attached to in a really long time and Wolfwood will shove him off playfully but it won’t mean anything. (Even though they will never acknowledge the night before).

And they will repeat the motions in an all too familiar cycle. Aware of what they could have but afraid of breaking what’s already there.

Because why risk it when they can just pretend that it’s normal? Cause it is normal,