[The last thing he expected was to see Vash, his Vash, coming down the stairs with that big grin on his face, chirping as if nothing had happened. He knew it was fake the instant he saw it, he always knew, but it was such a departure from what had happened earlier and the reaction he'd expected to get when Vash saw him again, that he just stared in stunned silence for a minute, eyes wide behind his sunglasses as he tried to sit up straight and mostly made it without too much of a wobble.
He looked between the two of them, down at the bottles on the table around him as if he'd forgotten they were there and then back up, only to have the white of the bandages around Vash's arm catch his eye. There hadn't been enough time for the memories to fade even with the large amount of whiskey now flowing through his bloodstream, he hadn't even really had a proper chance to figure out what to do with everything that he had seen, and it all came rolling through his brain like syrup.]
Uh...uh...here...here y'go. [He reached up to grab one of the bottles and held it up for Vash to take about the same time he remembered the last time they'd had a drink, and suddenly he felt like he was going to be sick. It only made it worse when Nico's Vash plunked a can of green beans and potatoes down in front of him, expecting him to eat, and he could feel himself turning a little green. He fought it back, swallowing hard and closing his eyes as he worked on taking deep, steadying breaths, until he had managed to finally settle himself enough that he could open his eyes again.]
M'okay. Not very hungry. You can have it. [He tried to ignore the way his leg looked as he hugged it against his chest made him look like an anxious bundle of nerves, instead turning to look around at the windows before a bewildered look crossed his face.] How-...how long was I out...? Looks early. Why's it so early?
[Vash should be sleeping, he needed rest after the day he'd had. He looked back at the bandages on his arm, his eyes darting away again an instant later, wanting to ask if he was ok, wanting to apologize for pushing him too hard earlier and being the reason he'd been driven so far he wanted to rip himself apart. And yet he felt the words wedge themselves in his chest like a stone. He'd tried to apologize earlier, it had gone horribly. He'd tried to act normal, again, with horrible results. He'd even thought for a little moment that it was alright, to let himself accept the hold he couldn't stop wanting, the way he'd started realizing was a thing he could get away with, where the other Vash was involved. And it had all blown up in his face so hard.
So what did he say? He suddenly felt like he'd stepped over a line so far, he didn't know how to make it back, felt like he was floundering. Why couldn't he just be normal again?
Admittedly, it may have been something to do with the copious amounts of alcohol, but there wasn't much he could do about that until he had metabolized it out of his system, and he may have had a high tolerance for the stuff, but it was still going to take some time. Don't say stupid things. Shut up. So he just sat, those words repeating in his head like a mantra so he couldn't fuck things up even worse than he'd done already.]
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He looked between the two of them, down at the bottles on the table around him as if he'd forgotten they were there and then back up, only to have the white of the bandages around Vash's arm catch his eye. There hadn't been enough time for the memories to fade even with the large amount of whiskey now flowing through his bloodstream, he hadn't even really had a proper chance to figure out what to do with everything that he had seen, and it all came rolling through his brain like syrup.]
Uh...uh...here...here y'go. [He reached up to grab one of the bottles and held it up for Vash to take about the same time he remembered the last time they'd had a drink, and suddenly he felt like he was going to be sick. It only made it worse when Nico's Vash plunked a can of green beans and potatoes down in front of him, expecting him to eat, and he could feel himself turning a little green. He fought it back, swallowing hard and closing his eyes as he worked on taking deep, steadying breaths, until he had managed to finally settle himself enough that he could open his eyes again.]
M'okay. Not very hungry. You can have it. [He tried to ignore the way his leg looked as he hugged it against his chest made him look like an anxious bundle of nerves, instead turning to look around at the windows before a bewildered look crossed his face.] How-...how long was I out...? Looks early. Why's it so early?
[Vash should be sleeping, he needed rest after the day he'd had. He looked back at the bandages on his arm, his eyes darting away again an instant later, wanting to ask if he was ok, wanting to apologize for pushing him too hard earlier and being the reason he'd been driven so far he wanted to rip himself apart. And yet he felt the words wedge themselves in his chest like a stone. He'd tried to apologize earlier, it had gone horribly. He'd tried to act normal, again, with horrible results. He'd even thought for a little moment that it was alright, to let himself accept the hold he couldn't stop wanting, the way he'd started realizing was a thing he could get away with, where the other Vash was involved. And it had all blown up in his face so hard.
So what did he say? He suddenly felt like he'd stepped over a line so far, he didn't know how to make it back, felt like he was floundering. Why couldn't he just be normal again?
Admittedly, it may have been something to do with the copious amounts of alcohol, but there wasn't much he could do about that until he had metabolized it out of his system, and he may have had a high tolerance for the stuff, but it was still going to take some time. Don't say stupid things. Shut up. So he just sat, those words repeating in his head like a mantra so he couldn't fuck things up even worse than he'd done already.]