[The hardest part is that his body does want this. He's derived pleasure from it. And if he kept going, he could probably get off. The problem is that his heart isn't in it. The longer he thought about it, the more he wasn't sure if his heart was in it at all. The water was getting colder, the tile on his back growing more and more uncomfortable.
A sigh leaves him.]
Can we just get cleaned up?
[It isn't a no, but for right now he wants to think about something other than this. There's an itch beneath his skin, a sense of failure beginning to grow. He's let Wolfwood down, surely he'll think it a slight on himself, and Vash doesn't know how to reconcile that.]
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A sigh leaves him.]
Can we just get cleaned up?
[It isn't a no, but for right now he wants to think about something other than this. There's an itch beneath his skin, a sense of failure beginning to grow. He's let Wolfwood down, surely he'll think it a slight on himself, and Vash doesn't know how to reconcile that.]