[The confusion he saw on Nicholas' face was...unexpected, and confusing for him, his smile dropping to a bewildered, questioning stare. What was that for?
Had he been doing the face-thing, again? Not reacting the way he should? Maybe. Shit. Great. As if he wasn't uncomfortable for the man to deal with as it was. He gave a little shrug at the question, as if it wasn't a thinly-veiled threat, the bewildered look lingering.]
I dunno. If you figure it out, lemme know. I, uh...don't really know what to do with myself half the time, either, if I'm being completely honest.
[The look on his face morphed into, surprisingly enough, something of a wounded expression as he watched him turn and snatch a could of stones off the ground on the way out. It was a real expression, not something he was doing for an affectation. That glare, an unspoken threat if he ever saw one, and the obvious action of arming himself with the one thing that had set Vash off not long before were completely impossible to misinterpret, and something about that obviously upset him as he slowly began following after him.]
Hey, I meant it earlier, alright? Hit me if you want, but...just leave the...stoning for scared townsfolk. Please.
[He was probably asking too much, after the obvious frustration he'd put Wolfwood through. He wasn't there, he didn't have the very unhappy memmories attached to the event now rolling around in his head, and he might have even argued that it wasn't much different than Vash poking at emotional wounds the way he had.
Part of him wanted to argue even before it had started that it was different. The other part of him figured it was about exactly what he deserved, as much as the idea was already making him visibly cringe.]
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Had he been doing the face-thing, again? Not reacting the way he should? Maybe. Shit. Great. As if he wasn't uncomfortable for the man to deal with as it was. He gave a little shrug at the question, as if it wasn't a thinly-veiled threat, the bewildered look lingering.]
I dunno. If you figure it out, lemme know. I, uh...don't really know what to do with myself half the time, either, if I'm being completely honest.
[The look on his face morphed into, surprisingly enough, something of a wounded expression as he watched him turn and snatch a could of stones off the ground on the way out. It was a real expression, not something he was doing for an affectation. That glare, an unspoken threat if he ever saw one, and the obvious action of arming himself with the one thing that had set Vash off not long before were completely impossible to misinterpret, and something about that obviously upset him as he slowly began following after him.]
Hey, I meant it earlier, alright? Hit me if you want, but...just leave the...stoning for scared townsfolk. Please.
[He was probably asking too much, after the obvious frustration he'd put Wolfwood through. He wasn't there, he didn't have the very unhappy memmories attached to the event now rolling around in his head, and he might have even argued that it wasn't much different than Vash poking at emotional wounds the way he had.
Part of him wanted to argue even before it had started that it was different. The other part of him figured it was about exactly what he deserved, as much as the idea was already making him visibly cringe.]