[It's almost alarming, the way warmth floods his body. The thing is, Wolfwood has been so sparse with his praise for him that Vash almost doesn't know what to do with it. There's a little thrill that runs through him, running from the tips of his fingers to the tops of his ears. A grin settles on his lips, smaller and warmer than any of the false smiles he usually offers.
His chin tucks down as he plops onto the couch. He holds his bowl close and takes a few bites, then closes his eyes. He pretends he's savoring the flavor, when really he's just hanging onto the moment.]
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[It's almost alarming, the way warmth floods his body. The thing is, Wolfwood has been so sparse with his praise for him that Vash almost doesn't know what to do with it. There's a little thrill that runs through him, running from the tips of his fingers to the tops of his ears. A grin settles on his lips, smaller and warmer than any of the false smiles he usually offers.
His chin tucks down as he plops onto the couch. He holds his bowl close and takes a few bites, then closes his eyes. He pretends he's savoring the flavor, when really he's just hanging onto the moment.]
I'm glad. Really, really glad.