[ Vanilla has only peeked, curious. And it's alien to him, but beautiful, and riddled with self-doubt. Which makes it so very human it's heartbreaking.

How this man can ever think of himself as a Monster befuddles the former Cookie.

The way Vash sinks into his touch makes him smile and he strokes his fingers gently along, lightly petting. Then gently moves his other hand to cup the other cheek. Gently guide Vash's face down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. ]

I am always here when you need me, Vash. For whatever reason you may have. Even if you think it's inconsequential.

[ And he will never judge. He smiles and squeezes the other's cheeks gently before letting go, and picking up the Blondie Cookie doll again. ]

And sometimes, even if it's too something that cannot reply back, simply talking out loud does wonders.