His eyebrows furrowed over his arm before he was lifting it just enough to peer up at him from the shadows underneath. It...strangely did help, to be honest. Though he also had to wonder why it was that he kept getting swept up in whatever it was that kept them bouncing around the way they were.
"Mmm...Maybe he didn't go far, then." It didn't stop him from worrying, of course. But...he was at least...as far as he knew, alive. And if he didn't come back soon, then Wolfwood suspected he knew where he would be headed, next.
He squinted at the bottle he held out, taking note of it's very non-alcoholic label, and...decided he actually was rather happy for that. Honestly, he enjoyed drinking as much as the next dysfunctional son of a bitch, but he wasn't quite as great at holding his liquor as...well, Vash, of all people; he preferred drinking socially to barreling straight for inebriation, and took his anxieties out on his lungs, instead, unless something really set him off. So the last thing he really wanted right now was more alcohol, despite what his brain tried to say to the contrary.
He reached out a hand, taking the bottle gingerly before rolling to his side so he could push himself to an uncomfortable sit, popping out the ceramic cork, and tipping the bottle up in Vash's direction in appreciation.
"Thanks. Cheers." The drink went down slowly as he took tiny sips, hoping to avoid triggering his gag reflex before his body had a chance to process everything and make it to the safe zone where he didn't have to worry about becoming violently ill.
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"Mmm...Maybe he didn't go far, then." It didn't stop him from worrying, of course. But...he was at least...as far as he knew, alive. And if he didn't come back soon, then Wolfwood suspected he knew where he would be headed, next.
He squinted at the bottle he held out, taking note of it's very non-alcoholic label, and...decided he actually was rather happy for that. Honestly, he enjoyed drinking as much as the next dysfunctional son of a bitch, but he wasn't quite as great at holding his liquor as...well, Vash, of all people; he preferred drinking socially to barreling straight for inebriation, and took his anxieties out on his lungs, instead, unless something really set him off. So the last thing he really wanted right now was more alcohol, despite what his brain tried to say to the contrary.
He reached out a hand, taking the bottle gingerly before rolling to his side so he could push himself to an uncomfortable sit, popping out the ceramic cork, and tipping the bottle up in Vash's direction in appreciation.
"Thanks. Cheers." The drink went down slowly as he took tiny sips, hoping to avoid triggering his gag reflex before his body had a chance to process everything and make it to the safe zone where he didn't have to worry about becoming violently ill.