[And just like that, Wolfwood sags with relief. As if he actually thought Vash would try to leave, or something. He is...very atypically emotional right now, okay. He struggles to hold onto his emotions on a good day, but right now he feels like he's spiraling out of control, and Vash is the only thing keeping him grounded. And now that they've separated enough to look at each other, that much is abundantly clear.
The look in Wolfwood's eyes is deeply sorrowful, more than even he himself realizes. His face is streaked with tears and he looks like a mess, but to his credit he isn't trying to hide it. It's there for Vash to see, warts and all. And then Vash's hand is touching his face again, and like a feral cat reluctantly accepting affection, he leans into his palm.
It's okay to want this. It's okay to just...let it happen, he tells himself. Maybe he'll feel differently when he's sober. Maybe he won't.]
Thanks.
[He mutters lowly, sniffing loudly. God, he feels disgusting.]
Sorry. M'fuckin'...gross.
[And now Vash's beloved jacket is very much slightly Damp.]
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Date: 2023-12-20 08:22 pm (UTC)The look in Wolfwood's eyes is deeply sorrowful, more than even he himself realizes. His face is streaked with tears and he looks like a mess, but to his credit he isn't trying to hide it. It's there for Vash to see, warts and all. And then Vash's hand is touching his face again, and like a feral cat reluctantly accepting affection, he leans into his palm.
It's okay to want this. It's okay to just...let it happen, he tells himself. Maybe he'll feel differently when he's sober. Maybe he won't.]
Thanks.
[He mutters lowly, sniffing loudly. God, he feels disgusting.]
Sorry. M'fuckin'...gross.
[And now Vash's beloved jacket is very much slightly Damp.]