[He can't think of the last time he's felt this comfortable. There's steady warmth beside him, while the fabric of Wolfwood's shirt feels soft against his skin. With every breath, he catches the acrid smell of cigarettes and gunpowder, along with every other scent that Wolfwood seemed to carry on him. Despite it all, it's far from unpleasant. And Vash feels perfectly at ease.
His eyes close, while his head angles just enough to rest above the dip in his collar bone. If he strains just hard enough, he can hear the steady thump of Wolfwood's heart. It's more than enough to lull him to sleep.]
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[He can't think of the last time he's felt this comfortable. There's steady warmth beside him, while the fabric of Wolfwood's shirt feels soft against his skin. With every breath, he catches the acrid smell of cigarettes and gunpowder, along with every other scent that Wolfwood seemed to carry on him. Despite it all, it's far from unpleasant. And Vash feels perfectly at ease.
His eyes close, while his head angles just enough to rest above the dip in his collar bone. If he strains just hard enough, he can hear the steady thump of Wolfwood's heart. It's more than enough to lull him to sleep.]
G'night, Nick. Thanks for everything.