[It's so...god damn frustrating. On the tip of his tongue, dancing there, Wolfwood wants to tell Vash that he should give up. Not for any perceived sense of morals or any of that bullshit, but because he deserves to cut loose from this and just be. Even if you feel responsible...but he'd be a hypocrite to even breathe the suggestion, not to mention Vash wouldn't consider the idea to begin with. That's just not who he is.
And he does wonder. He wonders who Vash is, really. What was it like, "growing up" for someone like him. A Plant. What happened to bring things to this point? Everything- the Big Fall, their lives on this planet- it's all connected in some way. Even the generation of people born on No Man's Land such as Wolfwood know that.
He closes his eyes, letting those angry words die on his tongue. It's an incredible feat of self control for Wolfwood, who would sooner grab Vash by the collar and shake him until he started making sense. Maybe it's easier to relent when he feels the way he does right now. Tired. Hollow. Burdened with this ache in his chest that makes him feel like he's dying all over again.
There's a lengthy pause before Vash will feel a weight settle against his shoulder. Wolfwood, laying his head there. More like letting it thunk into it, but. It comes along with his hand coming up to tentatively touch the back of Vash's fingers on the hand resting on his hip. After a few false starts, he covers it with his own.]
Yeah. But you've suffered, too. A hell of a lot. That...matters.
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Date: 2023-12-22 04:33 am (UTC)And he does wonder. He wonders who Vash is, really. What was it like, "growing up" for someone like him. A Plant. What happened to bring things to this point? Everything- the Big Fall, their lives on this planet- it's all connected in some way. Even the generation of people born on No Man's Land such as Wolfwood know that.
He closes his eyes, letting those angry words die on his tongue. It's an incredible feat of self control for Wolfwood, who would sooner grab Vash by the collar and shake him until he started making sense. Maybe it's easier to relent when he feels the way he does right now. Tired. Hollow. Burdened with this ache in his chest that makes him feel like he's dying all over again.
There's a lengthy pause before Vash will feel a weight settle against his shoulder. Wolfwood, laying his head there. More like letting it thunk into it, but. It comes along with his hand coming up to tentatively touch the back of Vash's fingers on the hand resting on his hip. After a few false starts, he covers it with his own.]
Yeah. But you've suffered, too. A hell of a lot. That...matters.