[Vash fixes this poor, suffering man with a grin. It's wide and bright, every bit the fake smile he'd wear for hours on end. Only this time, it crinkles the corners of his eyes and sends light dashing over his irises, all in the way only a real smile could.
He leans forward, pressing a kiss to Wolfwood's forehead.]
And you still love me.
[Does his voice rise in pitch toward the end? Or perhaps get a little breathier? There's just something about saying it out loud, acknowledging their mutual love, that makes him feel like he's floating on air. His arms shift just enough to squeeze Wolfwood faintly, almost clinging for a handful of seconds before releasing once more.
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He leans forward, pressing a kiss to Wolfwood's forehead.]
And you still love me.
[Does his voice rise in pitch toward the end? Or perhaps get a little breathier? There's just something about saying it out loud, acknowledging their mutual love, that makes him feel like he's floating on air. His arms shift just enough to squeeze Wolfwood faintly, almost clinging for a handful of seconds before releasing once more.