[ Vash was moving to shift his hold and get his other self, tucking away the awareness that he can no longer feel Nai around in any way. But he also spared a moment to stare at Wolfwood, tiredly. ]
Wolfwood... I know everything is too much. But consider if the situations had been reversed. If you had lost him like that, and now you got him back. Would you really prefer to be near anyone else, anyone at all? [ deep breath, and he stood up, carefully, the other Vash's arms wrapped around his shoulders, and his own hands supporting the leather-clad thighs. ] I'm just the one hurting least right this moment. But yes, getting the Punisher and my bag will be a good idea.
I'll wait for you here. Then you lead the way.
[ There were foodstuffs rolling on the street around them, but Vash only paid attention to them to make sure he didn't slip or anything. The thought of food was unbearable, though. The other Vash had needed it, hadn't he? He squeezed his eyes tight, then carefully squatted away to put some of the cans in his coat pockets for later.
Perhaps he wasn't hoping for Wolfwood to eat in the first place, but he had to try. He was human, and that meant he needed it more. But he heard the lie in the reassurance, and did not bother to react to it.
'Better' than the other two did not mean he was doing particularly well. There were limits for him too, and he could only focus on so much.
Once he'd gotten some food with him, he straightened, steadying the passed out Vash on his back, and did wait.
Once they made it to the inn, they took a few moment to find a room that was reasonably clean, and Vash got the other Vash settled on the bed, taking the bag... and the punisher - the latter to lean against the wall - and nodded to Wolfwood. He couldn't take away his cross, any more than Wolfwood could take his. But he could take away the visual reminder that something was so messed up, if only for a little while. ]
I'll come down in a bit.
[ ... then he busied himself getting the other Vash rid of the coat and boots, because those were not the best to sleep in, and then to check if - no, where, bandages were needed.
In passing, he thought how their scars were not exactly the same. But that made a lot of sense, didn't it?
Then he sat down, running a hand through his hair. He should go check on Wolfwood. And he would. Just... he needed a moment, too. ]
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Wolfwood... I know everything is too much. But consider if the situations had been reversed. If you had lost him like that, and now you got him back. Would you really prefer to be near anyone else, anyone at all? [ deep breath, and he stood up, carefully, the other Vash's arms wrapped around his shoulders, and his own hands supporting the leather-clad thighs. ] I'm just the one hurting least right this moment. But yes, getting the Punisher and my bag will be a good idea.
I'll wait for you here. Then you lead the way.
[ There were foodstuffs rolling on the street around them, but Vash only paid attention to them to make sure he didn't slip or anything. The thought of food was unbearable, though. The other Vash had needed it, hadn't he? He squeezed his eyes tight, then carefully squatted away to put some of the cans in his coat pockets for later.
Perhaps he wasn't hoping for Wolfwood to eat in the first place, but he had to try. He was human, and that meant he needed it more. But he heard the lie in the reassurance, and did not bother to react to it.
'Better' than the other two did not mean he was doing particularly well. There were limits for him too, and he could only focus on so much.
Once he'd gotten some food with him, he straightened, steadying the passed out Vash on his back, and did wait.
Once they made it to the inn, they took a few moment to find a room that was reasonably clean, and Vash got the other Vash settled on the bed, taking the bag... and the punisher
- the latter to lean against the wall - and nodded to Wolfwood. He couldn't take away his cross, any more than Wolfwood could take his. But he could take away the visual reminder that something was so messed up, if only for a little while. ]
I'll come down in a bit.
[ ... then he busied himself getting the other Vash rid of the coat and boots, because those were not the best to sleep in, and then to check if - no, where, bandages were needed.
In passing, he thought how their scars were not exactly the same. But that made a lot of sense, didn't it?
Then he sat down, running a hand through his hair. He should go check on Wolfwood. And he would. Just... he needed a moment, too. ]