Milly had thought of it, sleeping in a bed that was too cold and empty, awakening from nightmares of the day she had lost Nicholas, to tears running down her face.
She and Vash ate and drank together, since Meryl worked nights now. He appeared to be hurting too, to be as lonely as she despite his tenuous relationship with Meryl and his even more strained relationship with Knives.
In her family, people shared food, toys, pets, anything good. She'd always been taught sharing was good.
She wondered why Meryl slapped her when she asked if she could share Vash.
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