[There are a number of things that Vash and his alternate self have in common. One of those things is the countless decades spent without positive contact. Even through the limited sensation provided by the sensors in the bulk of his arm, he’s almost overwhelmed — never mind how hypersensitive the bone itself is.
He squeezes, though the effort is careful for his own sake. And though he knows that Pure Vanilla can’t actually see him, he meets that gaze. ]
I wish it was that easy. [He shakes his head, setting his tea aside with the opposite hand. Once it’s free, he lets himself dare to cup Pure Vanilla’s with both of his own. He wants to feel someone with his real flesh, under the power of his own mind.
Call him selfish.]
You don’t need me to tell you that it’s hard, I’m sure. But I’m trying, I guess.
[Is he? He can at least tell himself as much, right?]
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He squeezes, though the effort is careful for his own sake. And though he knows that Pure Vanilla can’t actually see him, he meets that gaze. ]
I wish it was that easy. [He shakes his head, setting his tea aside with the opposite hand. Once it’s free, he lets himself dare to cup Pure Vanilla’s with both of his own. He wants to feel someone with his real flesh, under the power of his own mind.
Call him selfish.]
You don’t need me to tell you that it’s hard, I’m sure. But I’m trying, I guess.
[Is he? He can at least tell himself as much, right?]