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« @SILVERHAND » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION Johnny Silverhand ✦ Cyberpunk 2077
RESIDENCE ✦ Townhouse
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby "Not here. Leave a message."

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[ This feels important, and for that at least V's gaze sharpens. It's not quite as focused as usual, but he's paying attention. He's not sure what the older man's getting at until he puts it plainly, and his brows draw together minutely as he absorbs what he's saying.

Thing about V is once he's decided somebody's family he's there, come hell or high water. That Johnny'd been inside his brain with him for a time, maybe that just makes it even more remarkable. He thinks back to something that had crossed his mind earlier, fireside. There was nothing that dictated they had to get along at all, be friends, be anything more. Johnny didn't have to sacrifice himself because, at that point, he could have done whatever he pleased. And V didn't have to stick with the rockerboy here, not through all the frustrating conversations or arguments. The now understandable feeling of being shoved away at times.

Johnny'd said if it was up to him V would never have gone near the Relic. And yet even now, knowing what's waiting for him at home, knowing that it took months here for his brain to recall memories he should've had from the start, he doesn't know what his life would be without Johnny in it. It's been fucked up, yeah. And it's not out of some romantic notion, not exactly. But with everything coming together the way it did, V wouldn't change anything.

He doesn't put that into words, and maybe there's parts of their sync that might have betrayed that closely held belief. ]

Wouldn't be anywhere else.

[ And he genuinely means it, right down to his core. Something that might be obvious enough as he slides the hand closest to Johnny from out under his pillow to settle at his thigh. Synchrony; their new form of being able to communicate without words spoken out loud. ]

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[The sync says it all, his ruby shining fully in response. The thing is, though the confirmation is heartening in ways Johnny rarely feels, he doesn’t need their connection to know what V’s saying is true. He only needs to look at their history, the man’s actions ever since they arrived here, to know that their bond is an unbreakable one — never mind how much Johnny’s personality tries to put a strain on all things precious to him.

He smirks a little, weakly, then lets his cigarette burn down to the nub before he puts it out himself with a pinch of two chrome fingers.]

Yeah, ‘cause you’re just as crazy as I am.

[The cigarette butt disappears in a flick.]

Masochist, probably.

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Prob'ly.

[ Shaking his head - which is an interesting thing with a cheek smushed against a pillow - V's lips curve up into a tired smile. He doesn't think he's a masochist, but then he doesn't think Johnny thinks he is either. They can leave that heartening feeling unspoken in words out loud. The hand at Johnny's thigh squeezes briefly and then V's drawing it back to slot under the pillow, just beneath his cheek. ]

If I happen to be outside gettin' my clothes 'fore you get your guitar--

[ a wide yawn punctuates his offer, eyes squeezing shut as he does ]

Draw ya a treasure map with clues to wherever I hide it.

[ Chuckling to himself, he inhales deeply and allows his muscles to loosen into a comfortable position to sleep in. At this point there's not much that's likely to keep him awake. And, since he feels better than he has in a long time, maybe he'll actually sleep soundly. ]

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[Johnny huffs a strained laugh.]

Gonna make sure to beat you down there, then, and throw your clothes in the bushes to boot. Asshole.

[The words are barely out of him as a retort before glancing down at the man, and he notices once again that V’s struggling to keep himself awake. Johnny won’t do much more to keep him up, and—maybe after a minute or two or watching him doze off, chest straining in an embarrassingly doting way—he’ll let the night crawl on a little longer before he tries to get some shut-eye himself.

When V eventually wakes up, after morning’s finally lumbered over the outdoor horizon, Johnny will be gone. But in his stead lies V’s clothes, piled up next to him, as though awaiting the merc’s attention.

A red guitar is propped up, too, next to a windowsill, shining in the morning sun.]