Dacia had been her shoulder when the accident had happened, some years before. They had been there for one another, had grown even closer from the loss. It was strange that such a beautiful relationship could form from a tragedy. And now, her death had brought about something else. Something that she honestly expected to see. Which was why she was still walking on eggshells with him. Yes, she was forcing herself to trust him more than her brain thought was wise, but that was what love was... trust. Simply, she was giving him a chance to prove himself, just as he was giving her the chance to do the same. Just how long it would last, that was hard to say.
A soft smile touched her lips, as she stepped into the dorm room, which might as well been her own, for all the time she spent in it. "Yeah, I would. Thanks." A nice stiff drink always eased the tension in her. A bad thing to fall back on, but... writers were supposed to be alcoholics. At least, that was the excuse she was using. While Jaida fixed up the drinks, Vivian sat down at the end of her bed, leaning slightly forward, so that her elbows were resting atop her thighs. Her eyes drifted to the keyboard, it was obvious that she'd been using it. The thought of which brought the smile back to appearance. She had feared that even with the agreement to take it, she might not be keen to play on it. Thankfully, she wasn't being too stubborn about it.
The distraction of the drink really wasn't needed on her end, her mind was so full, that she couldn't imagine isolating one pattern of thought any time soon. It was evident in the way her eyes were unfocused. Starring forward, but not really looking at anything. Though, her attention returned to Jaida, when the drink was presented, "Thank you, love." She lifted it to her lips like a reflex, requiring no thought at all. Lowering it, she allowed it to rest between her hands, slightly twisting it back, and forth between her palms. "I, um... I'm leaving again tomorrow night. I've decided to sell my parents house, and... I think Darcia's as well. It feels so strange, being in either place... I kept expecting her to walk out of her bedroom, and tell me off for having the patio doors open." Vivian swallowed the lump in her throat, giving her head a little shake. "Once I leave, I... won't be coming back." It was then that she finally looked up.