[Vash won't pretend that he doesn't try to flinch away. It's instinctive, it's all he's ever known. It isn't fair, when so many others have hurt because of him. But despite everything, Vash has made progress. Maybe he can't always see it, but there are moments, like right now, where he lets himself simply be.
And right now, being means melting back into that embrace. Livio has always been a warm, welcome weight at his side. That's been the case from the moment they happened to meet. And the last thing he wants is to reject even further love from himself.]
Thank you. [It's so soft, and addled with tears, but the words are still there.] Love you.
[he feels vash start to pull back, and he also notices him allow it. vash may have over a hundred years more experience with grief and self-hate, but livio knows how fucking hard it is to allow people to show him affection when he believes with his whole heart that he doesn't deserve it.]
I'm proud of you, Vash. [his voice is even softer, now.] And I love you, too.
[To be honest, Vash isn't sure what he's answering to, but it's an answer nonetheless. And to his credit, he doesn't appear to clam up, or resist the outpouring of emotion. He continues to weep openly, burying hi face into a rough but warm palm. He doesn't try to hold it back, or swallow it down. Doing so has never helped him, after all.]
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And right now, being means melting back into that embrace. Livio has always been a warm, welcome weight at his side. That's been the case from the moment they happened to meet. And the last thing he wants is to reject even further love from himself.]
Thank you. [It's so soft, and addled with tears, but the words are still there.] Love you.
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I'm proud of you, Vash. [his voice is even softer, now.] And I love you, too.
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[He sniffles, nice and wet.]
I appreciate. 'n' that you're still with me, even after everything.
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his free arm wraps around the blanket pile that is vash, tugging him close.]
I'll never leave you. Not unless y'ask.
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[He's come close, before. He's shoved as hard as he could. But not anymore. It's never done him any good.]
Stay here. With me.
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for now, though, he holds vash close and nuzzles in carefully, gentle as ever despite the sharp horns. he can work around them.]
But for now... let out whatever y'need to.
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[To be honest, Vash isn't sure what he's answering to, but it's an answer nonetheless. And to his credit, he doesn't appear to clam up, or resist the outpouring of emotion. He continues to weep openly, burying hi face into a rough but warm palm. He doesn't try to hold it back, or swallow it down. Doing so has never helped him, after all.]