[Nicholas D. Wolfwood has always been everything Vash has needed. Oh, he's danced around the feeling, fear holding him back from outright admitting his deep affections even to himself. To be so reliant on someone is a dangerous thing, especially for someone like Vash, who has ever been surrounded by death. Now, more than ever, he's aware of this threat, knowing that Wolfwood's death was no longer a vague possibility, but a reality they would have to contend with in the future.
Once upon a time, it would have strengthened his resolve. If he could shed himself of Wolfwood's presence, maybe he'd have a chance at life. But they're both too wrapped up within themselves now. Both here and back home, they've painted targets on one another.
And he doubts either of them would change it.]
I love you, so much. [He sniffles, wet and wibbling.] Jeez, shouldn't be cryin' all over you when...
[He leaves the rest unsaid. They both know what he's thinking, though. It doesn't feel right to weep when Wolfwood has so much more to fear.]
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Once upon a time, it would have strengthened his resolve. If he could shed himself of Wolfwood's presence, maybe he'd have a chance at life. But they're both too wrapped up within themselves now. Both here and back home, they've painted targets on one another.
And he doubts either of them would change it.]
I love you, so much. [He sniffles, wet and wibbling.] Jeez, shouldn't be cryin' all over you when...
[He leaves the rest unsaid. They both know what he's thinking, though. It doesn't feel right to weep when Wolfwood has so much more to fear.]
'm sorry I'm like this.