[vash is right about one thing. liv doesn't want to hear him beat himself up over things that have, as far as he understands, been resolved.]

Hey. No world is perfect, and Nick ain't the kinda guy who'd put up with you if he didn't want to. He still loves you, Vash.

Besides... Listenin' to each other fuss is what...

[hm.

livio's brows crease in thought. he recalls reading in his netbook something it felt like he perhaps shouldn't be seeing at all. he plays back all their stolen glances in his mind's eye. the way nick looks at them, as individuals but also together.

maybe this place isn't the right spot to talk about this, but... where is? their home? awkward.]

... Can I ask... uh... what we are, exactly?