[ This is the gentlest and kindest that Wolfwood gets. He tightens his hold on Livio, squeezing the huge guy who used to be his annoying little brother -- it's bad, but he's not alone anymore, okay? Livio's tough -- he can get through this.
After Livio died -- his Livio, in his world -- everyone was so focused on Vash being a plant that he'd been able to avoid the inevitable questions that otherwise would have followed, about who that masked guy was, and how Wolfwood knew him. About how he was feeling. He didn't want to talk about his fucking feelings, then or now. He wanted to push them down into the dark, pour a couple drinks on top of them, and get on with his life.
Livio's not like him, though, apparently. Crybaby always did have a big soft heart. ]
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[ This is the gentlest and kindest that Wolfwood gets. He tightens his hold on Livio, squeezing the huge guy who used to be his annoying little brother -- it's bad, but he's not alone anymore, okay? Livio's tough -- he can get through this.
After Livio died -- his Livio, in his world -- everyone was so focused on Vash being a plant that he'd been able to avoid the inevitable questions that otherwise would have followed, about who that masked guy was, and how Wolfwood knew him. About how he was feeling. He didn't want to talk about his fucking feelings, then or now. He wanted to push them down into the dark, pour a couple drinks on top of them, and get on with his life.
Livio's not like him, though, apparently. Crybaby always did have a big soft heart. ]
It's okay, buddy, I know.