[vash is silent as Wolfwood explains his background. It isn't an awkward sort, not one filled with resentment or doubt. He simply listens, perhaps even clinging to each word as it's spoken. The truth is that Vash has had the chance to learn precious little about where Nick has come from. He can make guesses, as well as generally assume that around 75% of what he'd been through wasn't pleasant. But the little details like these are nice. They tell him what he wants to know about the man he's come to care for.
In the time that he speaks, those fingers work to map out each scar. They're thumbed over with an almost reverent delicacy. These are the fragile parts of the invulnerable Nicholas D. Wolfwood. They're a reminder that despite his resilience, he can be hurt. And for Vash, it helps him remember not to cause the harm he had before again.
When he does turn the subject back to Vash, he glances up. A small smile takes his lips, far from offended or conflicted.]
I know. [Vash was often plagued with self-doubt, that was true. But there were certain things that he couldn't deny. Wolfwood moving all of his stuff into what was now their home is one of those things.
Shifting once more, the hands exploring Wolfwood's body rise up. He cups the man's face, drawing him forward until their lips can meet. It's a fleeting, but reassuring kiss.]
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In the time that he speaks, those fingers work to map out each scar. They're thumbed over with an almost reverent delicacy. These are the fragile parts of the invulnerable Nicholas D. Wolfwood. They're a reminder that despite his resilience, he can be hurt. And for Vash, it helps him remember not to cause the harm he had before again.
When he does turn the subject back to Vash, he glances up. A small smile takes his lips, far from offended or conflicted.]
I know. [Vash was often plagued with self-doubt, that was true. But there were certain things that he couldn't deny. Wolfwood moving all of his stuff into what was now their home is one of those things.
Shifting once more, the hands exploring Wolfwood's body rise up. He cups the man's face, drawing him forward until their lips can meet. It's a fleeting, but reassuring kiss.]
I trust you.