[Close as the two of them are, Wolfwood will feel the way Vash's body begins to tense. He knows he's about to be berated. Nick has only ever railed at his lack of self-preservation. It can only get worse as more and more barriers start to be pulled down. It's the same way Vash feels sick knowing just how much Wolfwood puts his own body through.
But the shoe never drops. Instead, warmth suffuses him as that tender gesture is offered. It makes Vash's eyelashes flutter, makes his stomach do flips powerful enough to make him feel nauseated. The back of his mind insists he should pull back, and yet -
His hand twists, just enough to thread their fingers together. His head angles just enough that he can bury his face within Wolfwood's hair. It isn't enough to diminish all of the pain he feels within his chest, but it does bury it for the time being. Enough, at least, that it makes laughing the rest of it away that much easier.]
Maybe it was all worth it. Gettin' dragged along by my hair brought me to you, didn't it?
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But the shoe never drops. Instead, warmth suffuses him as that tender gesture is offered. It makes Vash's eyelashes flutter, makes his stomach do flips powerful enough to make him feel nauseated. The back of his mind insists he should pull back, and yet -
His hand twists, just enough to thread their fingers together. His head angles just enough that he can bury his face within Wolfwood's hair. It isn't enough to diminish all of the pain he feels within his chest, but it does bury it for the time being. Enough, at least, that it makes laughing the rest of it away that much easier.]
Maybe it was all worth it. Gettin' dragged along by my hair brought me to you, didn't it?