[The sight of his boots moving closer out of the corner of his eye had him tensing, pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth, gritting his teeth, waiting for another blow. When, instead of having to deal with getting his bell rung all over again, he felt Vash's arm moving over his shoulders, he only tensed further, eyebrows going up at the same time his shoulders tried to before he forced them back down. Not denying the contact, just...shocked.
It was definitely a different way of seeking out affection than the other Vash did, though he'd known that would be the case all along. The younger-looking man asked first, refused himself contact unless he was given express permission, and then clung to him like a child desperate for comfort. This...this was so much more what he would hvae expected that it might have made him laugh if he didn't already feel spread too thin and stretched too tight. Of course it was awkward.
The awkwardness didn't mean it made his heart clench any less. He turned slightly, leaning faintly closer, almost sank his head down to rest on his shoulder before catching himself and straightened up just a bit so that he didn't press too close even as he turned more towards him. He wrapped his arms around his own middle, letting out a soft exhale, and held up on of his hands with his thumb up. This is him shutting up, Vash. This is him actually listening to you, for once in his God-damned life.]
Mmm...Yep. Will do. [He wanted to reach up and grab the sleeve of the arm around his shoulder, but the blood on his hands did him no favors. He'd long felt like his hands were too dirty to deserve this. It was literal right now. This was the most he would allow himself, even with as much as he wanted to just cling]
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It was definitely a different way of seeking out affection than the other Vash did, though he'd known that would be the case all along. The younger-looking man asked first, refused himself contact unless he was given express permission, and then clung to him like a child desperate for comfort. This...this was so much more what he would hvae expected that it might have made him laugh if he didn't already feel spread too thin and stretched too tight. Of course it was awkward.
The awkwardness didn't mean it made his heart clench any less. He turned slightly, leaning faintly closer, almost sank his head down to rest on his shoulder before catching himself and straightened up just a bit so that he didn't press too close even as he turned more towards him. He wrapped his arms around his own middle, letting out a soft exhale, and held up on of his hands with his thumb up. This is him shutting up, Vash. This is him actually listening to you, for once in his God-damned life.]
Mmm...Yep. Will do. [He wanted to reach up and grab the sleeve of the arm around his shoulder, but the blood on his hands did him no favors. He'd long felt like his hands were too dirty to deserve this. It was literal right now. This was the most he would allow himself, even with as much as he wanted to just cling]