[He gave a little yelp, his head snapping forward, and he would have actually fallen if he hadn't been held up by the Vash between them. He gave a little whine as he stumbled to right himself, his free hand reaching up to press against the knot that began to form underneath his hair.]
Buh-...Wh-...When'd I save you??? [But then he looked up, looking very scolded, first at the man at the end and then at the man between them again, and his lip might have trembled, just a tiny bit.] I wasn't-...I'm not gonna leave again. I'm sorry I left, I was dumb, alright? I don't wanna leave anymore, I thought-...I thought...
[Well shit. There was something very upsetting and very important that he was trying to remember he thought, and even as he tried to remember what it was, it made him pull his hand away from his head and paw at the tears on his face, as if it did a bit of good. Especially not when he the thought blinked back into existence a moment later and made him give a little hiccupped sob all over again. He leaned more heavily against the Vash next to him, the arm around his shoulder reaching back out, reaching back for the other Vash's hand, smacking that big glass-and-metal pauldron on the Little Guy's shoulder before it landed on the other's upper arm and grasped. Give your arm back, don't take it away like that, he liked it when you were holding his hand, and the thought was important and you needed to pay attention!]
I thought you would leave! Thought you figured out I'm no good and would run away again! Serves me right, I shoulda known better, an' now you'd leave an' it's my fault, I fucked up! I jus' found you again an' now you're gonna run away, like you always do...[Because that's just what Vash does; trouble starts, bad things happen, and he leaves, so it doesn't happen again. He used to let Wolfwood follow because they were friends, Wolfwood's only friend, but he had hurt him so, so much. So of course, it was time for Vash to leave.]
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Buh-...Wh-...When'd I save you??? [But then he looked up, looking very scolded, first at the man at the end and then at the man between them again, and his lip might have trembled, just a tiny bit.] I wasn't-...I'm not gonna leave again. I'm sorry I left, I was dumb, alright? I don't wanna leave anymore, I thought-...I thought...
[Well shit. There was something very upsetting and very important that he was trying to remember he thought, and even as he tried to remember what it was, it made him pull his hand away from his head and paw at the tears on his face, as if it did a bit of good. Especially not when he the thought blinked back into existence a moment later and made him give a little hiccupped sob all over again. He leaned more heavily against the Vash next to him, the arm around his shoulder reaching back out, reaching back for the other Vash's hand, smacking that big glass-and-metal pauldron on the Little Guy's shoulder before it landed on the other's upper arm and grasped. Give your arm back, don't take it away like that, he liked it when you were holding his hand, and the thought was important and you needed to pay attention!]
I thought you would leave! Thought you figured out I'm no good and would run away again! Serves me right, I shoulda known better, an' now you'd leave an' it's my fault, I fucked up! I jus' found you again an' now you're gonna run away, like you always do...[Because that's just what Vash does; trouble starts, bad things happen, and he leaves, so it doesn't happen again. He used to let Wolfwood follow because they were friends, Wolfwood's only friend, but he had hurt him so, so much. So of course, it was time for Vash to leave.]