[Wolfwood notices Vash’s anxious fidgeting. He’d be hard pressed not to honestly, now that his full attention is on him. He also notices that Vash is slipping into blaming himself for everything again, and he thinks he maybe doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.]

Well sure, but…I didn’t exactly give you a reason to wanna stick around.

[It’s not like Vash running was unjustified. Wolfwood was…doing as he does. He was getting upset, raising his voice, and he’d just broken up with Vash more or less. Who would want to just sit there after that?

He gets it. And now that Vash is here, openly acknowledging it, promising to try to be better?

Wolfwood decides to make good on his own promise.

Even if Vash is too nervous to make the first move, Wolfwood- ever prompt and straightforward- will simply reach out and lays his own hand overtop one of Vash’s, tugging at it gently to try to peel them apart. To try to hold his hand, properly.]

…m’sorry I hurt you. More than anythin’ else.