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Vini
Hey
Vini
I heard what happened. I'm sorry, I'm praying you get a speedy recovery. Nobody deserves what just happened to you.
Pablo wants to cry... even more than he already is now. He wants to burst into even more tears, tears that he doesn't when they'll stop. He stares down at his phone screen, vision mostly blurry because of all of the tears that he has been shedding over the past few hours, but he could read perfectly what was written before his phone screen shut off.
Pablo doesn't understand why he bothered to send that message to him. They don't have the best of relationships, as most people know. The only reason he bothers to keep his number is to curse him out or criticize him when he doesn't play at his best... or to possibly text him some things he thinks about at the darkest hours of the night. He's sure Vini is the same. It's who they are, and he's accepted it; in fact, he sort of likes the fucked up relationship that they have going on.
But this... this is not what they do.
With shaky hands, Pablo picks his phone up, clicking on the notification and unlocking his phone to respond to the Brazilian.
Pablo
Thanks
Pablo
Kinda surprised you're not here to rub some more salt in the wound, though
Vini
I may be an asshole at times, but this is not something to joke about
Vini
It would be different if you were dumb enough to get yourself suspended from the game, but injuries stopping you is actually the worst thing
Vini
You're too good to be out because of this
Pablo is not someone who is easily left speechless, which is a pretty obvious thing to see when he's on the pitch and won't hesitate to get in a player's face or argue a ref's decision. But Vinicius managed to leave him speechless here.
Pablo
Wow
Pablo
Never knew you had that in you, Vini
Pablo
Very refreshing to see you in this light
Vini
I can be surprising at times
Vini
But I know what you're going through
And now Pablo feels like a fucking dick.
Of course he's going to text you, dumbass. He's out injured, as well.
Pablo
Fuck
Pablo
It slipped my mind that you got injured as well
Pablo
I'm sorry about that
Pablo
Now you're making me feel like an asshole, asshole
Vini
Well, I'm sorry pretty thing
Vini
But making you feel like an asshole is not that hard
Vini
You're already one as is
Pablo rolls his eyes but can't stop the small grin that's plastered on his face. Or the blush that's spreading throughout his cheeks. He didn't think he would like being referred to as "pretty," but here he is.
Pablo
Fuck you
Pablo
you can't even be civil in a conversation like this, huh?
Pablo
Also don't call me a "thing"
Vini
Not in a conversation with you
Vini
Because I love seeing you all hot and bothered
Vini
It's funny
Vini
It's also funny you point out the "thing" thing but not the "pretty" thing
Vini
I knew you loved praise, but damn
Pablo
You're so weird, Vini
Pablo
Wanting me hot and bothered is weird
Vini
But I have no doubt I just got you hot and bothered now, huh?
Vini
Pretty thing.
Pablo
Vini
Vini
Yes, Pablo
Vini
Don't worry I'm just messing with you
Vini
Mostly
Vini
I'm trying to distract you as much as I can right now
Vini
I was losing my mind when I got injured again the other day
Vini
And I know how you can be
Pablo
How can I be?
Pablo
Since apparently you know what I can be
Vini
You're gonna beat yourself up over this even though it's not your fault
Vini
You're gonna beat yourself up because you're most likely not going to be able to represent your country in the summer
Vini
Or help your precious Barca this season
Vini
But it's not your fault, and you need to know that
Pablo wants to cry again, but for completely different reasons.
He knows that he's hard on himself, it's just who he is. If he can't push himself to be the best version of himself, no one else will. And yes, he wears his heart on his sleeve and he beats himself up over things that aren't in his control even though he HAS tried to work on that. And yes, maybe he was losing his mind over this just like he does everything else, but no one has ever called him out on it in the way Vini just did.
Pablo
I don't know what to say
Vini
You don't have to say anything if you don't want to
Pablo
I have tried to work on that, you know?
Pablo
Not beating myself up over things that I haven't done or aren't in my control
Pablo
But it's so hard to do so when everyone is expecting you to be perfect because you know that the second you do something wrong everyone is going to hound you for it
Vini
You're a lover
Vini
You love what you do and your teams
Vini
You feel like you disappoint them when you don't perform the way you think you should, and I get that
Vini
I've never seen so much passion in one small body
Vini
I like that about you. I like that you give your all
Pablo
I think we have more in common than we may like
Vini
Who says I don't like it?
Pablo
You like it?
Vini
There are lots of things you don't know about me, Pablo
Pablo
Then maybe you should teach me, Vini
Vini
Time and place and I'll be there
Pablo giggles. He stifles a yawn and sees the time on his phone. He realizes they've been at this back and forth thing for quite some time because it's nearing two am and he's exhausted from the day's events.
Pablo
One day
Pablo
I'm exhausted
Vini
I'll let you get your beauty sleep, princesa.
Pablo
Loser
Vini
Maybe, but I like it
Pablo
Of course you do
Vini
Seriously though
Vini
Try not to blame yourself as much
Pablo
I'll try
Pablo
Good night, Vini
Vini
Good night, Pablo
Pablo shuts off his phone, setting it down before throwing himself on his bed as best he could. His leg is still shooting painful signals to his brain, but he settles pretty quickly into bed.
He shuts his eyes, hoping that he could forget what has happened even for just a little bit.
And if a conversation with a certain Brazilian helped him do it, it's no one's business but his.