[Ah. For as tired as he is, and as inebriated as he is, Wolfwood somehow wasn't expecting Vash to do that. It's kindof the same feeling initially of like when you go to give someone a high-five but they come in to shake your hand instead, or vice versa. It's a feeling that only lasts for a moment before Wolfwood is the one feeling the sudden strain of his heart beating too fast, like he'd just run a marathon or something. His face was already hot thanks to the liquor, but now it feels like he's? Dying? In a way he's never quite felt before.
It makes him feel like he should let go. He should let go. But...Vash starts to stroke the edge of his hand with his thumb, and it's like he's locked into place. He kindof realizes, in that moment, that aside from the embrace he shared with Livio a few days prior, he hasn't shared contact like this with someone in years. Even something as simple as holding someone's hand...he hasn't, not since he and Livio were still at the orphanage.
And maybe it's the booze, or maybe it's something else unwanted bubbling to the surface, but he can feel the space behind his eyes ache. His eyes sting, and for a terrifying moment he's actually afraid he's going to start crying or something because that's what it feels like. Why? Is it because he's drunk? They're literally just sitting here, what the actual fuck.
He exhales on a shaky breath and glances away, though he hasn't let Vash's hand go just yet. If anything, he just curls their fingers together tighter. Maybe if he were sober he wouldn't have allowed this to happen, but oops. His subconscious desires the closeness and therefore, he doesn't let go. He can't. So, childishly, he hangs on.]
Good. Cause I'll kick your ass if you try to leave without me.
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It makes him feel like he should let go. He should let go. But...Vash starts to stroke the edge of his hand with his thumb, and it's like he's locked into place. He kindof realizes, in that moment, that aside from the embrace he shared with Livio a few days prior, he hasn't shared contact like this with someone in years. Even something as simple as holding someone's hand...he hasn't, not since he and Livio were still at the orphanage.
And maybe it's the booze, or maybe it's something else unwanted bubbling to the surface, but he can feel the space behind his eyes ache. His eyes sting, and for a terrifying moment he's actually afraid he's going to start crying or something because that's what it feels like. Why? Is it because he's drunk? They're literally just sitting here, what the actual fuck.
He exhales on a shaky breath and glances away, though he hasn't let Vash's hand go just yet. If anything, he just curls their fingers together tighter. Maybe if he were sober he wouldn't have allowed this to happen, but oops. His subconscious desires the closeness and therefore, he doesn't let go. He can't. So, childishly, he hangs on.]
Good. Cause I'll kick your ass if you try to leave without me.