[Vash's limbs feel heavy. Even holding Wolfwood's face feels like a herculean effort, though one he undertakes without complaint. He sweeps some of the hair from his face, before allowing his eyes to slip closed. He could sleep like this. Could keep going, too, but a lazy contentment is steadily starting to slip into his bones.
One eye cracks open when he feels Wolfwood start to respond. The other flies open the second he realizes that something is wrong. His lips part to ask after him, to make sure this moment isn't falling apart -
- and then press into a line the second Wolfwood speaks.
It isn't like Vash isn't in the same boat. He loves Wolfwood, has for weeks now. But like any other moment of closeness, it scares him. Risk rarely came with reward for him, and he fears this will be no different. Even worlds away from their problems, they were still at risk.
But if he wanted to run, the moment to do so had long passed. His hands slide down to Wolfwood's back, gripping him tight enough to cling. He knows that Wolfwood will figure it out, the latent resistance. The feeling of not deserving it. They've done this song and dance before. And this time, he won't turn away.
His face buries itself into the crook of the Punisher's neck. If he closes his eyes and holds tight, nothing will happen. They'll be okay.]
I - [A ragged breath here, thick with tears.] I hear you, Nick. I love you, too. So much.
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One eye cracks open when he feels Wolfwood start to respond. The other flies open the second he realizes that something is wrong. His lips part to ask after him, to make sure this moment isn't falling apart -
- and then press into a line the second Wolfwood speaks.
It isn't like Vash isn't in the same boat. He loves Wolfwood, has for weeks now. But like any other moment of closeness, it scares him. Risk rarely came with reward for him, and he fears this will be no different. Even worlds away from their problems, they were still at risk.
But if he wanted to run, the moment to do so had long passed. His hands slide down to Wolfwood's back, gripping him tight enough to cling. He knows that Wolfwood will figure it out, the latent resistance. The feeling of not deserving it. They've done this song and dance before. And this time, he won't turn away.
His face buries itself into the crook of the Punisher's neck. If he closes his eyes and holds tight, nothing will happen. They'll be okay.]
I - [A ragged breath here, thick with tears.] I hear you, Nick. I love you, too. So much.