[Wolfwood waits. He waits for Vash's reply with bated breath, his heart hammering a panicked staccato behind his ribs. It's almost worse than if he'd just remained silent, him actually confronting him on it directly.
Thanks a fucking lot, Zazie. God fucking damn it.
His heart turns over and drops into the pit of his stomach, and he does not reply for a long time. So long, in fact, that Vash will not be blamed if he has to call his name again. Because it sounds to him like Zazie didn't tell Vash anything, like he'd asked, but still decided to be a cheeky asshole about it and wink-nudge that he knew something, but wouldn't tell him.
Oh, but The Punisher knew. He could tell you. God, he could puke.
...
He takes a deep breath in his nose. Holds it. Lets it out through his mouth.]
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Thanks a fucking lot, Zazie. God fucking damn it.
His heart turns over and drops into the pit of his stomach, and he does not reply for a long time. So long, in fact, that Vash will not be blamed if he has to call his name again. Because it sounds to him like Zazie didn't tell Vash anything, like he'd asked, but still decided to be a cheeky asshole about it and wink-nudge that he knew something, but wouldn't tell him.
Oh, but The Punisher knew. He could tell you. God, he could puke.
...
He takes a deep breath in his nose. Holds it. Lets it out through his mouth.]
Vash. I'm tellin' ya.
Please...don't.