[he watches the swirl of emotions that shift over Vash's face, tries to decipher each one, and categorizes them. there's guilt, as always. there always has been, hasn't there?
he didn't mean for that to happen, either. Vash is always trying to make him feel better, even when he's miserable and hurting. his lower lip wobbles]
Vash, you-- [opens his mouth, closes it. opens it again--] I didn't..I couldn't--
[is he trying to make him cry or]
You too.
[someday, he wants to tell Vash about himself. maybe some day he will]
no subject
he didn't mean for that to happen, either. Vash is always trying to make him feel better, even when he's miserable and hurting. his lower lip wobbles]
Vash, you-- [opens his mouth, closes it. opens it again--] I didn't..I couldn't--
[is he trying to make him cry or]
You too.
[someday, he wants to tell Vash about himself. maybe some day he will]