[By this point, Wolfwood is very drunk. He can feel that usual heaviness he feels when he's inebriated, but it honestly probably wouldn't have changed much about his reaction here. It's only served to loosen him up enough to allow this, because otherwise he'd have felt some sort of pathological need to keep pushing Vash away, sabotaging himself at every turn out of some perceived reason to not be happy. People like them don't have enough time on this planet to live, nor do they deserve it. And though Vash may live tens of hundreds of years longer than Wolfwood ever will, that sentiment remains the same.
But in this world, other than Livio, Vash is all he's got. He's the only person who knows him now inside and out. There's really very little left to uncover, save maybe the fact that Vash isn't the only one feeling like he doesn't want to let Vash go. Not just now, but...ever.
He's unable to speak for a little while, simply weeping against him like he never thought he'd be capable of. It sort of just bleeds out of him uncontrollably, and he knows later he'll be ashamed of it, but right now he just simply lacks the energy to care. It seems that Vash is in the same boat, though whether his own tears are sympathetic or something else entirely...well. That's not for him to speculate, he doesn't think.
It hurts so much. He truly wishes things could be different, yet it feels like ever since he was first born, he's been predetermined to be miserable. He isn't meant to be happy, because that wasn't the kind of world he was born into.
For right now, he lets Vash hold him. He holds Vash. And when he does finally find his voice again, it's terribly thick and muffled and he wouldn't be blamed if he didn't actually hear what Wolfwood was asking of him, but nevertheless...]
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But in this world, other than Livio, Vash is all he's got. He's the only person who knows him now inside and out. There's really very little left to uncover, save maybe the fact that Vash isn't the only one feeling like he doesn't want to let Vash go. Not just now, but...ever.
He's unable to speak for a little while, simply weeping against him like he never thought he'd be capable of. It sort of just bleeds out of him uncontrollably, and he knows later he'll be ashamed of it, but right now he just simply lacks the energy to care. It seems that Vash is in the same boat, though whether his own tears are sympathetic or something else entirely...well. That's not for him to speculate, he doesn't think.
It hurts so much. He truly wishes things could be different, yet it feels like ever since he was first born, he's been predetermined to be miserable. He isn't meant to be happy, because that wasn't the kind of world he was born into.
For right now, he lets Vash hold him. He holds Vash. And when he does finally find his voice again, it's terribly thick and muffled and he wouldn't be blamed if he didn't actually hear what Wolfwood was asking of him, but nevertheless...]
...stay. Will you...?