Vi held onto you so much already as is, but after the war, she held onto you so much tighter.

Whether you both were in bed, just standing in the middle of the living room together embracing each other, she would hold you close and tight, nuzzling her nose into the crook of your neck, sighing softly against your skin, her hot breath tickling you.

Whenever she could really, Vi was touching you. Her hand on yours, her arm around your waist, her head on your shoulder, her lips on your skin, etc.

Though you picked up on these small moments. You weren’t complaining, you absolutely loved Vi’s soft touches, but you were confused as to why she always had some sort of contact with you.

Vi was sitting down on a table by the fireplace, where you usually found her when looking, humming a tune. Quietly, you approach her, your feet against the cold flooring of the room.

“Vi..?” You say, your voice quiet, sitting down next to her. The warm glow of the fire crackling in front of you illuminating your features. She looks over at you, smiling as she lays her head on your shoulder. “Yeah, cupcake?”

You stayed quiet for a second, wondering how to word this without coming off rude. “Why do you always have some sort of contact with me?” You say, your voice soft, not wanting to break the domestic moment between you.

Vi closes her eyes, a genuine smile on painted on her lips. “After.. Mom, dad, Vander, Mylo, Claggor, Jinx.. you’re kinda.. y’know..” She says, opening her eyes, tilting her head up and looking at you, your shoulders touching.