[Wolfwood can stalk up to him all he wants, he's certainly not intimidated by him. Though his irritation and exasperation are beginning to reach astronomical levels, because he cannot be serious right now.]
We started walking, in the direction your car was pointing, and you didn't tell me where you were headed until after we were well on our way. I just assumed you knew where you were headed and were leading me. [His voice isn't raised, but it was obviously on a tight leash, and he may have even sounded like he was speaking in nice, short sentences so they would get through his thick head.]
Why is everything an argument??? I'm trying here, I really am! You know I'm emotional, I've been trying not to be, I'm trying not to compare you to Him, I'm letting you take the lead so I don't step on your toes, but everything I do makes you want to fight me! [And now he's just getting upset again, the grief combining with his frustration, and he just wants the arguing to stop.] I didn't want to make you do this, I was happy to leave but you didn't want me to, but you won't stop acting like me just being here makes you mad, and even just trying to get you pointed in the right direction is making you lash out, so what do you want from me???
[He was crying again, near the limit of his patience, but now he was glaring. He wasn't sure what about the whole thing hurt the most. This wasn't fighting like he'd done with Nicholas, this was something deeper, and he supposed if Wolfwood blamed himself enough for death of the Vash he'd known in his reality, being around him was probably making his emotions as raw as his own were. But he'd gone out of his way to get him to come along, when Vash had been content to leave him with the stuff he needed to get to the next town, and now everything was a fight.
After a moment of just frowning at him, tears rolling down his face, he just gave a long, exhausted sigh, forcing the anger down and out of his face for something that was almost...a quiet, imploring sort of plea.]
Please, Wolfwood. I don't want to fight with you. I'm fine if you don't even want to be my friend. [Honestly, it was probably better for him, anyway. Safer, especially if he didn't have his Punisher or...those serums.] Just stop fighting with me every step of the way. I'm too old for this, everything hurts and I'm tired.
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We started walking, in the direction your car was pointing, and you didn't tell me where you were headed until after we were well on our way. I just assumed you knew where you were headed and were leading me. [His voice isn't raised, but it was obviously on a tight leash, and he may have even sounded like he was speaking in nice, short sentences so they would get through his thick head.]
Why is everything an argument??? I'm trying here, I really am! You know I'm emotional, I've been trying not to be, I'm trying not to compare you to Him, I'm letting you take the lead so I don't step on your toes, but everything I do makes you want to fight me! [And now he's just getting upset again, the grief combining with his frustration, and he just wants the arguing to stop.] I didn't want to make you do this, I was happy to leave but you didn't want me to, but you won't stop acting like me just being here makes you mad, and even just trying to get you pointed in the right direction is making you lash out, so what do you want from me???
[He was crying again, near the limit of his patience, but now he was glaring. He wasn't sure what about the whole thing hurt the most. This wasn't fighting like he'd done with Nicholas, this was something deeper, and he supposed if Wolfwood blamed himself enough for death of the Vash he'd known in his reality, being around him was probably making his emotions as raw as his own were. But he'd gone out of his way to get him to come along, when Vash had been content to leave him with the stuff he needed to get to the next town, and now everything was a fight.
After a moment of just frowning at him, tears rolling down his face, he just gave a long, exhausted sigh, forcing the anger down and out of his face for something that was almost...a quiet, imploring sort of plea.]
Please, Wolfwood. I don't want to fight with you. I'm fine if you don't even want to be my friend. [Honestly, it was probably better for him, anyway. Safer, especially if he didn't have his Punisher or...those serums.] Just stop fighting with me every step of the way. I'm too old for this, everything hurts and I'm tired.