[He was so stuck in his own head that he hardly even registered what they were talking about, until Vash shifted and looked at him, squeezing his hand again so that he looked up like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have. But Vash was smiling at him with a look that made his heart hurt and he struggled to focus on his words, confusion rolling over his features.]
I don't-...I've never-...I dunno how t'dance...! [That look made him wish he did, though, and oh no, the alcohol was really sinking into his bones, now, because he was feeling guilty for not knowing, when Vash looked like it was something that would have actually made him happy. He actually looked a little alarmed at the fact, reaching up to hold the hand grasping his own with both of his.] I can try though, I'll learn, you know I learn things pretty easy, right?
[But the conversation was already turning to other subjects, and he swayed in his seat, turning his confused look over to the Vash on the other side of the table, looking between them before he seemed to realize what they were talking about. His face shifted again, brows pinching into something of a hazy, serious frown.]
He doesn't eat! [As if that was the most shocking thing on the face of the planet, blurted out and then followed up with a moment of silent contemplation because he was trying to wrangle his thoughts into submission.] He don't eat when 'e's upset, an' it worries me!
[The indignant outburst melted away with a little whine as he put his head down. Not on the table, though, on top of the hand clasped in his, rolling his forehead against the side of Vash's fingers with a sad little sniffle.]
I worry so much, you two're hurtin' an' I can't figure out how t'make it stop, I never thought I'd see you again an' I was so fuckin' worried, was scared you were gonna die an' it was so long an' I missed you so much!
[His voice trailed off in a sad drunken little moue, though from the mumbled half-sounds, he might have been trying to form coherent thoughts out of the alcohol-fueled haze. It wasn't often that Nicholas let himself go this far deep in the bottles, and after the day they'd had, he suddenly found himself feeling a bit more...clingy than usual, if the way he clutched onto that hand and pressed his cheek against it was any indication.]
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I don't-...I've never-...I dunno how t'dance...! [That look made him wish he did, though, and oh no, the alcohol was really sinking into his bones, now, because he was feeling guilty for not knowing, when Vash looked like it was something that would have actually made him happy. He actually looked a little alarmed at the fact, reaching up to hold the hand grasping his own with both of his.] I can try though, I'll learn, you know I learn things pretty easy, right?
[But the conversation was already turning to other subjects, and he swayed in his seat, turning his confused look over to the Vash on the other side of the table, looking between them before he seemed to realize what they were talking about. His face shifted again, brows pinching into something of a hazy, serious frown.]
He doesn't eat! [As if that was the most shocking thing on the face of the planet, blurted out and then followed up with a moment of silent contemplation because he was trying to wrangle his thoughts into submission.] He don't eat when 'e's upset, an' it worries me!
[The indignant outburst melted away with a little whine as he put his head down. Not on the table, though, on top of the hand clasped in his, rolling his forehead against the side of Vash's fingers with a sad little sniffle.]
I worry so much, you two're hurtin' an' I can't figure out how t'make it stop, I never thought I'd see you again an' I was so fuckin' worried, was scared you were gonna die an' it was so long an' I missed you so much!
[His voice trailed off in a sad drunken little moue, though from the mumbled half-sounds, he might have been trying to form coherent thoughts out of the alcohol-fueled haze. It wasn't often that Nicholas let himself go this far deep in the bottles, and after the day they'd had, he suddenly found himself feeling a bit more...clingy than usual, if the way he clutched onto that hand and pressed his cheek against it was any indication.]