Vash just held him, for a while quiet to get his own voice under control. Because if he sounded on the verge of breaking down himself, that must make it so much harder on Wolfwood, and he couldn't pile more on him just now. He could not.
He did wait for the sobs to ease down somewhat, too, before he spoke.
"I'll help. Not... exactly to make up, but to keep going. You're right, you can't take it back. But that doesn't mean you can't make things better for him. For both of you."
It did not mean he could not rebuild the trust that was broken, couldn't bring ease and comfort and hope... and love to the other Vash.
Wolfwood... had move into his life, into his heart, without warning or even intent. But he'd made a difference in a way that at least this Vash had not thought possible. He could remember from the day before, but also empathize, the incredible weight of the pain that was the loss...
And he knew that while it added to the pain, to the burden that the other Vash carried, Wolfwood was still one of the very, very few people still able to ease that burden. It would likely be different than it had before, but it could still make things better.
(At least for a while. And when that ran out... I can't watch him die again. Vash didn't know, but the emptiness of loss did not have to be endured for now. Not yet.)
soatheu oh wolfwood. ... i say as though stamp vash is much better
He did wait for the sobs to ease down somewhat, too, before he spoke.
"I'll help. Not... exactly to make up, but to keep going. You're right, you can't take it back. But that doesn't mean you can't make things better for him. For both of you."
It did not mean he could not rebuild the trust that was broken, couldn't bring ease and comfort and hope... and love to the other Vash.
Wolfwood... had move into his life, into his heart, without warning or even intent. But he'd made a difference in a way that at least this Vash had not thought possible. He could remember from the day before, but also empathize, the incredible weight of the pain that was the loss...
And he knew that while it added to the pain, to the burden that the other Vash carried, Wolfwood was still one of the very, very few people still able to ease that burden. It would likely be different than it had before, but it could still make things better.
(At least for a while. And when that ran out... I can't watch him die again. Vash didn't know, but the emptiness of loss did not have to be endured for now. Not yet.)