[There's a distant thump of the bottle, landing somewhere that Vash can't fully bring himself to care about. He feels a little guilty, just because of how nice Heimr had been with the whole thing. Of course, he hadn't mentioned it was the best Whiskey he had in the cabinet, but the label had still looked nice enough. He probably shouldn't waste it but -
but Wolfwood is clinging to him, and Vash has far more important things to think about. He coaxes his fingers through that hair. The fingers twined with Wolfwood's finally release, but it's solely to properly embrace the man. His now free hand swaps with the cybernetic — partially because he wants to feel, but also because it simply felt impersonal otherwise. The cybernetic then comes to rest against the small of his back, kneading circles into the skin through all the fabric separating them.]
You've gone through so much. I don't think I could ever understand it all. But you're not alone.
[It's the one blessing this strange world has given them. Their arrivals had only been separated by mere days. Not once had they really had to go it alone since winding up here. And when being faced with everything they had, it had been nice to have a shoulder to lay his head on, in the grand scheme. Even Vash, predisposed to a lonely road, had to admit he had appreciated it. He couldn't imagine being alone here.
He squeezes Nick just that little bit tighter as he thinks about if. The last thing he wanted was to tempt fate into trying to rip him away. Now that he had it, now that his heart was opening to the idea, he wants to cling to him. And given their positions, there's no reason not to.
His head lowers, nose grazing against Wolfwood's hair, then down to rest near his ear. It's an intimate position, one that maybe he'll regret later. For right now, it feels right.]
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but Wolfwood is clinging to him, and Vash has far more important things to think about. He coaxes his fingers through that hair. The fingers twined with Wolfwood's finally release, but it's solely to properly embrace the man. His now free hand swaps with the cybernetic — partially because he wants to feel, but also because it simply felt impersonal otherwise. The cybernetic then comes to rest against the small of his back, kneading circles into the skin through all the fabric separating them.]
You've gone through so much. I don't think I could ever understand it all. But you're not alone.
[It's the one blessing this strange world has given them. Their arrivals had only been separated by mere days. Not once had they really had to go it alone since winding up here. And when being faced with everything they had, it had been nice to have a shoulder to lay his head on, in the grand scheme. Even Vash, predisposed to a lonely road, had to admit he had appreciated it. He couldn't imagine being alone here.
He squeezes Nick just that little bit tighter as he thinks about if. The last thing he wanted was to tempt fate into trying to rip him away. Now that he had it, now that his heart was opening to the idea, he wants to cling to him. And given their positions, there's no reason not to.
His head lowers, nose grazing against Wolfwood's hair, then down to rest near his ear. It's an intimate position, one that maybe he'll regret later. For right now, it feels right.]
I'm here. I'm here.