[that, he can gladly do. as much as livio has made efforts to embrace his emotions once more, he still finds that physical touch or affection is a hell of a lot easier to parse. he kicks his boots off before sidling up to the bed, taking care not to disturb the blanket nest even though he knows his weight will shift the mattress. one of his hands comes to rest near the opening of the covers, if vash chooses to take it. livio will let him decide if he wants touch.
he's quiet, for a time, waiting for any other direction. his eyes can't seem to meet vash's, though it's uncertain whether this is out of guilt or respect for the plant's privacy. liv knows he feels self-conscious when people see him worked up.]
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he's quiet, for a time, waiting for any other direction. his eyes can't seem to meet vash's, though it's uncertain whether this is out of guilt or respect for the plant's privacy. liv knows he feels self-conscious when people see him worked up.]