The dull roar of people’s conversations filled the evening air atop Mauville’s roof terrace. Having lived for years on the streets, Vince found the noise to be more comforting than the silent wilderness that bordered the large city. However, the noise did nothing to ease the feeling of Beautiflies in his stomach. No, that comparison was too uppity, he thought. More like Grimers in there; this encounter was going to make everything feel damn awful afterwards. He combed his fingers through his hair and tried again to focus his scattered thoughts. Breaking bad news wasn’t easy and he wasn’t sure how well he could break it. Or if he would just end up breaking the other person. Or himself.
“Hey, love.” A voice chimed in. Vince gave a start and turned to see the person he had been waiting on. He hadn’t noticed the other man approach.
“Hey, doll,” Vince responded with a shaky smile, “I thought youse would never get here.”
“Ya kidding? I wouldn’t miss ya for the world, Vinny. You ain’t too hard to spot in a crowd with dat fave Arbok tank of yours on.” The man leaned forward and the couple’s lips met in a warm kiss. Damn, Sam’s kisses were the best. Vince backed away and looked at Sam and tried to take him all in: tall, fit, had a barely kempt mop of pale green hair, kindly green eyes, and a goatee that framed his dopey smile. It was hard to believe he found this guy three years ago in an alley wasted on X Speed.
Sam made a confused expression and said, “Hey, love, what’s the matter with ya? Ya look like ya swallowed a Goomy!” He reached towards Vince’s hands, but Vince brushed them away. Shit, this was gonna be hard.
Forcing back a lump in his throat, he spoke as collectedly as he could. “So, Sam, doll, since I got youse here at the Mauville Mall, hows about I finally treat youse to some food?”
That dopey smile came back to Sam’s face, “Eh? Seriously, Vince? Ya gonna treat me to dinner?”
“I told youse I would, eh? Ya managed to become an Ace Trainer, doll. We gotta celebrate somethin’ like dat. Pile up as many o’ dem Village Sub Combos or Magnemite Croquettes as ya want.” Vince didn’t mention that he had saved up money from dirty Pokemon fights for this occasion. His lover had worked so hard to clean up to achieve his new duds. He didn’t need to know that Vince had kept some… unsavory… habits while supporting him. All the more reason for this meeting.
“Thanks, love! I’mma take you up on that!” Sam exclaimed, his exuberance practically shining through him. He pulled Vince into a tight embrace and kissed him again. If Sam kept doing that, the situation wouldn’t be the only hard thing here. He pulled out of the embrace gently, but kept Sam’s hands in his own this time.
Now came the part he had been dreading all day—all week. Swallowing back that lump again he muttered, “Yeah, kid. You do dat. But dis’ll be our farewell meal, y’unnerstand?” He couldn’t stop the tears that fought at his eyes, but he continued with a firmer voice, “Youse can’t keep hangin’ out wit’ a hood like me—not even one with a fab do like mine,” Sam’s face went blank with realization. “Not wit’ you bein’ an Ace Trainer an’ all.” Vince finished again in a mutter and looked to the ground.
“V-Vincent…” Sam stammered out, voice breaking.