[Vash may not say that, but...it's not hard to see what he's getting at, when he phrases it like that. And...look. Wolfwood has been severely grumpy and cantankerous all day, for good reason. He freaked out while high, Vash knows he's betrayed him this entire time, he punched Elsword in the face and wasted one of his vials. He's had basically the worst day possible.
Yet, here Vash is, acting like none of it happened. Somehow, he's capable of forgiveness to a degree that it doesn't matter that Wolfwood basically spat in his face for just trying to help, or that he's been lashing out like a cornered wild animal whenever Vash would attempt to get close and help him. He still thinks that, had Vash actually pushed him away back there...things would probably be easier for them both. Wolfwood would be able to cut ties with the emotions currently holding him back, and Vash wouldn't have to struggle to reconcile with the idea that Wolfwood never truly was his friend at all.
...he doesn't know if he's just really tired, or if it's that warm feeling he keeps stomping down in his chest that suddenly bubbles up at the thought, causing him to smile. Just a little. He's looking down into his bowl, but he's smiling. Laughing.]
Assuming you don't give me food poisoning? ...sure. Guess I could swing that.
[Maybe make it a regular, even weekly thing, if Vash wants to make that connection even deeper.]
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Yet, here Vash is, acting like none of it happened. Somehow, he's capable of forgiveness to a degree that it doesn't matter that Wolfwood basically spat in his face for just trying to help, or that he's been lashing out like a cornered wild animal whenever Vash would attempt to get close and help him. He still thinks that, had Vash actually pushed him away back there...things would probably be easier for them both. Wolfwood would be able to cut ties with the emotions currently holding him back, and Vash wouldn't have to struggle to reconcile with the idea that Wolfwood never truly was his friend at all.
...he doesn't know if he's just really tired, or if it's that warm feeling he keeps stomping down in his chest that suddenly bubbles up at the thought, causing him to smile. Just a little. He's looking down into his bowl, but he's smiling. Laughing.]
Assuming you don't give me food poisoning? ...sure. Guess I could swing that.
[Maybe make it a regular, even weekly thing, if Vash wants to make that connection even deeper.]