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The worst part was, Rictor wasn't even sure why he cared. Maybe because he figured he'd wasted a lot of time on Jamie and those were hours he was never going to get back. Or maybe because he didn't have a lot of friends in the first place and the thought of getting rid of two of them was kind of scary

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Vince wasn't really looking for Rictor. Truth be told, he wasn't looking for anyone. Sometimes he just wandered the island, remembering things, like stories from his childhood. Things Brian Ferry used to tell him when he was still just a nipper.

He was dressed down for a change, not even sporting his usual high boots. No, he was in sneakers for a change, and he'd even managed to find a pair of boring looking jeans. The closest thing to wild he had on was his t-shirt, a simple black number with a rip in the side and the word 'slag' written across the front in bold white letters.

Even Vince had his limits, and he was a little sick of everyone looking at him as if he were mad.

He slowed when he spotted the other man by the water though, his sulking and sorrow fading as he studied Rictor. He looked well miserable, and while that wasn't exactly an uncommon look for his new friend, Vince was still concerned.

"You alright?" he asked as he wandered over, inviting himself to sit down.

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If it had been anyone else besides Rogue or Vince, Rictor probably would have snapped at them. Then again, who else was even going to bother with him?

"Been better," he wryly muttered, not because the question was stupid, but because he was annoyed at being upset about Jamie and Tony when they obviously couldn't have cared less. "I gave up being friends with these two freaking morons."

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"Oh," Vince said quietly, toying with his shoelaces. He didn't really know what to say to that, and he chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully for a moment.

"You reckon you'll patch things up with them eventually?" he asked.

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"One of them maybe," he said. Not because he was going to try to patch things up. He was pretty sure he was better at burning bridges than mending fences, but Tony probably would try talking to him again at some point. "They got together like two weeks ago. One of them has malaria and they're both..."

He sighed and rubbed at his forehead. "I'm like someone they put up with and don't share anything with. And I don't want to be the guy people hang out with when they want to feel better about themselves, you know?"