[Okay. Alright. They are just Holding Hands Now. It's what they were doing before technically, since Vash turned that into a hand-hold instead of shaking hands, but this time Wolfwood basically invited it by initiating contact. It's yet another thing he could blame on the whiskey, but alcohol can really only carry the explanation for your actions so far. It doesn't make you do things. It just lowers your inhibitions, making the things you would have already done easier to do.
Wolfwood...snorts, chuckling suddenly under his breath when he feels Vash press his face against the crown of his head. Oh yeah he's definitely still drunk, but it's not the miserable kind he might get to mask his woes. He feels...warm. Warmer than he has in a while.
His hand is rough. His fingers are calloused, and his palm and fingers are lines with scars both old and new. His knuckles are a little hairy. It's not perfect, yet he holds Vash's hand all the same, his grip tightening for just a moment.]
Meeting me was worth it. Me. I think you've got a screw loose.
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Wolfwood...snorts, chuckling suddenly under his breath when he feels Vash press his face against the crown of his head. Oh yeah he's definitely still drunk, but it's not the miserable kind he might get to mask his woes. He feels...warm. Warmer than he has in a while.
His hand is rough. His fingers are calloused, and his palm and fingers are lines with scars both old and new. His knuckles are a little hairy. It's not perfect, yet he holds Vash's hand all the same, his grip tightening for just a moment.]
Meeting me was worth it. Me. I think you've got a screw loose.