The fact that he was aware enough to try and offer the beginnings of a protest when Wolfwood broke the cuffs was enough to make him snort out what might have been a laugh in any other situation. Because of course he sounded worried about Nicholas hurting himself, trying to break the kid free. Of course Vash was going to focus on that and not on the fact that they were breaking him out and getting him someplace where he could get the care he needed.
The sight of him struggling to open the meal bar one-handed made him feel like an idiot, though. He should have anticipated that. He wouldn't be used to doing things one-handed, yet. But he didn't want to reach over and just grab the thing from him and do it himself. He knew how important it could be, especially when someone was going through trauma, to be able to do things on their own. It was why he had offered to carry him in the first place, instead of just picking him up the second he was free. So he would just watch for now, and if it was too much, he would step in later to help.
Instead, he focused on righting the bike and holding it up so that Vash could climb on first without having to worry about it falling over, and so he could focus on the kid, his overprotective nature screaming in his head. Always, with the kids, always, it didn't matter who they were. If there was a kid in trouble, Nicholas couldn't help but change gears into a ball of barely-contained action; help, protect, feed, care, fight. Now that the kid in question was Vash? He was having to work very hard not to fuss really, really hard.
Still, the half-spoken request made his brow furrow, even as he found himself intensely curious about what exactly Blondie had in mind that he hoped would help. There were so many things going on, and he had to compartmentalize, focus on the most important things right now.
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The sight of him struggling to open the meal bar one-handed made him feel like an idiot, though. He should have anticipated that. He wouldn't be used to doing things one-handed, yet. But he didn't want to reach over and just grab the thing from him and do it himself. He knew how important it could be, especially when someone was going through trauma, to be able to do things on their own. It was why he had offered to carry him in the first place, instead of just picking him up the second he was free. So he would just watch for now, and if it was too much, he would step in later to help.
Instead, he focused on righting the bike and holding it up so that Vash could climb on first without having to worry about it falling over, and so he could focus on the kid, his overprotective nature screaming in his head. Always, with the kids, always, it didn't matter who they were. If there was a kid in trouble, Nicholas couldn't help but change gears into a ball of barely-contained action; help, protect, feed, care, fight. Now that the kid in question was Vash? He was having to work very hard not to fuss really, really hard.
Still, the half-spoken request made his brow furrow, even as he found himself intensely curious about what exactly Blondie had in mind that he hoped would help. There were so many things going on, and he had to compartmentalize, focus on the most important things right now.
"What is it, bud? Just lemme know, it's fine."