[Perhaps it's a good thing it's replaced his prior sheepishness, even if it's not necessarily a good emotion. Time spent with Vash has taught Wolfwood how best to deal with this sort of thing, for better or worse...even if he still isn't great with feelings.

His expression softening, Wolfwood moves his hand from Livio's chin to rest it along his cheek, thumb brushing over his cheekbone as he cups his face.]

I know. I feel the same way about you. It...wasn't supposed t'be you.

[But...it seems that their memory of events differs somewhat. That much they already know, so it isn't a point he'll dwell on.]

Guess we both grew up tough, when we should've had the chance to live different. ...but think of it this way. If we hadn't? Maybe we wouldn't be here now. Together.