[For what it's worth, he takes it in stride. Their heads bonk together, and Wolfwood simply laughs about it, in a rare kind of good mood that means there's very little that could shake him out of it.]
What, did you expect anything different?
[He allows Vash to pull him in close, giving him the excuse he needed to press his face against the side of Vash's neck, tickling the skin there with his stubble.]
That's what I like about you. Your dumb puppydog face.
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What, did you expect anything different?
[He allows Vash to pull him in close, giving him the excuse he needed to press his face against the side of Vash's neck, tickling the skin there with his stubble.]
That's what I like about you. Your dumb puppydog face.