[Bulba would press himself back and wait for the waves and trembles of the mountain to briefly subside before he pressed forward again. It made the process of climbing up to find Vinnie slow and took much more time than he would have anticipated.
When he did find him, he didn't say anything. He didn't know what he could possibly say that would help. He understood that pain all too well, and he knew there really wasn't anything truly for it. Not now. Maybe later, when life had kept going with or without him paying attention.
But what had helped him, at least a little bit, was... him. It was Vinnie, and it was the warmth he had lent and the knowledge that he was there and that he knew him.
Bulba wasn't sure if that would help the Venusaur at all, but he wouldn't know if he didn't try.
Still without a word, Bulba knelt behind him in the middle of the paved ground. He wrapped his arms around him, holding him as he pressed his cheek against his dirty back and tried to make the mountain seem that much sweeter.]
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When he did find him, he didn't say anything. He didn't know what he could possibly say that would help. He understood that pain all too well, and he knew there really wasn't anything truly for it. Not now. Maybe later, when life had kept going with or without him paying attention.
But what had helped him, at least a little bit, was... him. It was Vinnie, and it was the warmth he had lent and the knowledge that he was there and that he knew him.
Bulba wasn't sure if that would help the Venusaur at all, but he wouldn't know if he didn't try.
Still without a word, Bulba knelt behind him in the middle of the paved ground. He wrapped his arms around him, holding him as he pressed his cheek against his dirty back and tried to make the mountain seem that much sweeter.]