[Relieved as he is, Vash is all but grinning the moment Wolfwood steps through. There might even be a flush of elation that spreads over his cheeks, the sort of adoration that he can't hide even if he tries. All that is to say is that it probably does little to help the effect on Wolfwood.
That smile does start to fade the moment he turns his back. And it's outright disappeared by the time Wolfwood turns back. Naturally, he can't help but wonder if he's gone too far. Perhaps the blazer was special. Or maybe the scars on Vash's legs were enough to change his mind. Both are equally as unreasonable, but that doesn't keep him from worrying -
- at least until he spots the color on Wolfwood's own cheeks. Maybe it's too much to hope for, but he latches onto it all the same. He wouldn't look so affected if this was somehow the wrong thing to do.
He forces himself to sit up as Wolfwood draws closer. His hands extend, hoping to snag at least one of his partner's own within his grasp.]
Sorry. I got a little cold. [He does his best to coax Wolfwood into sitting, so he can rest his cheek against the man's shoulder.] It's not too much, right?
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That smile does start to fade the moment he turns his back. And it's outright disappeared by the time Wolfwood turns back. Naturally, he can't help but wonder if he's gone too far. Perhaps the blazer was special. Or maybe the scars on Vash's legs were enough to change his mind. Both are equally as unreasonable, but that doesn't keep him from worrying -
- at least until he spots the color on Wolfwood's own cheeks. Maybe it's too much to hope for, but he latches onto it all the same. He wouldn't look so affected if this was somehow the wrong thing to do.
He forces himself to sit up as Wolfwood draws closer. His hands extend, hoping to snag at least one of his partner's own within his grasp.]
Sorry. I got a little cold. [He does his best to coax Wolfwood into sitting, so he can rest his cheek against the man's shoulder.] It's not too much, right?