[He knows that look, and at least he has the decency to not be surprised. Even in his kindest of fantasies, he hadn't seen this ending in adoring glances and lovestruck words. What Vash has been through isn't pleasant, or kind. Hell, some of it probably wasn't the most ethical. But when someone's bleeding to death, missing a nipple and half of your ribs are exposed, there isn't much to do than to staple metal down and hope the latent plant powers will do the rest.
His body shies away as Wolfwood touches him, but only initially. Tentatively, he allows himself to sink into the touch. It's unfamiliar — the last time he'd been with someone, more than half of these scars hadn't existed — but it's not unwanted. Judging by the way he shudders, it's actually appreciated.]
I hope not... [Vash laughs, but it sounds strained, like he's been holding his breath. Probably because he has.] But I wouldn't blame you if it did.
[Since Wolfwood hasn't sent him away yet, Vash allows himself a little comfort. He sinks back into their embrace, one arm once again draping over his shoulder. The other slides up to cradle his jaw.]
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His body shies away as Wolfwood touches him, but only initially. Tentatively, he allows himself to sink into the touch. It's unfamiliar — the last time he'd been with someone, more than half of these scars hadn't existed — but it's not unwanted. Judging by the way he shudders, it's actually appreciated.]
I hope not... [Vash laughs, but it sounds strained, like he's been holding his breath. Probably because he has.] But I wouldn't blame you if it did.
[Since Wolfwood hasn't sent him away yet, Vash allows himself a little comfort. He sinks back into their embrace, one arm once again draping over his shoulder. The other slides up to cradle his jaw.]
We can't all be as handsome as you, Nick.