[ He wasn't expecting tears. The sight stuns him into silence as Wolfwood talks, and talks, as though making up for lost time. And if it really has been two years for him, maybe that's exactly what he's doing!
Two years. Two years of grief, two years stuck... here? Or somewhere, he'll ask about that later, but two years of being alone. Two years of feeling all this guilt, and pain, god. If this is the price of a miracle, it's too much.
If it makes you feel better to hit me, I won't stop you, Wolfwood says, and something in Vash's chest wrenches sideways. He steps forward, right into Wolfwood's personal space, but instead of raising his fist again -- an action he's already regretting -- he puts his arms somewhat awkwardly around Wolfwood's shoulders. As far as hugs go, it's a pretty pathetic one, but he doesn't know what else to do. ]
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Two years. Two years of grief, two years stuck... here? Or somewhere, he'll ask about that later, but two years of being alone. Two years of feeling all this guilt, and pain, god. If this is the price of a miracle, it's too much.
If it makes you feel better to hit me, I won't stop you, Wolfwood says, and something in Vash's chest wrenches sideways. He steps forward, right into Wolfwood's personal space, but instead of raising his fist again -- an action he's already regretting -- he puts his arms somewhat awkwardly around Wolfwood's shoulders. As far as hugs go, it's a pretty pathetic one, but he doesn't know what else to do. ]
Shut up.