[I mean. It would be nice to just forget Vash ever opened his mouth, but Wolfwood can't exactly do that. He's let the cat out of the bag in more than one way, and he's gotten people drawing weapons on him, and...if Wolfwood's blood pressure rises any higher, he's sure he's going to explode.
He takes the bottle back, holding it loosely by the neck without drinking more for now. He's going to start feeling what he has had pretty soon here, whiskey will do that. But, at the very least, the warmth spreading under his skin he can attribute to the alcohol and nothing else, and that it is helping to dull his frustration. Just a bit, but it's there.]
Yeah. But I don't think you came up here to just sit and play the quiet game.
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He takes the bottle back, holding it loosely by the neck without drinking more for now. He's going to start feeling what he has had pretty soon here, whiskey will do that. But, at the very least, the warmth spreading under his skin he can attribute to the alcohol and nothing else, and that it is helping to dull his frustration. Just a bit, but it's there.]
Yeah. But I don't think you came up here to just sit and play the quiet game.
[Vash came to apologize, sure, but...]