Wolfwood was both adept enough at reading Vash's moods and at dealing with belligerent little kids to see the anger and sadness in the way he deflated. Hell, he'd been one of those belligerent kids. Which just made seeing him like that hit even closer to home, and he sighed, reaching up to ruffle the kid's hair as he walked by on the way back to the bike. He was going to be pouting the entire trip, wasn't he? He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised. At least he knew he was safe.
"I'd say maybe we should drop 'im off with Luida's crew, but they were headed to Octovern, too, so it looks like he's with us for the long haul. Sorry, Spikey. You're gonna be on the road with us for a while. I don't have the sidecar for Angelina anymore, so you're gonna have to hold on."
With that arm, he would have preferred getting him immediately to a doctor, but with almost everyone clustered in Octovern, that wasn't going to be happening for a while, anyway. He shoved the bag of supplies into the saddlebags, holding the motorcycle up so the two of them could climb on first, and took the moment to pull on his riding goggles.
"We won't be going much further tonight. I just wanna get us away from here. But if you start gettin' tired before we stop, let one of us know. I don't want you fallin' off. Last thing you need is to fall under the bike while we're rollin'."
He sounded perhaps a little more stern than he had been aiming for, but more than anything, he was just...tired. Not from searching the town, not really, but the whole thing had gotten him in a mood, and where one part of him wanted to mother hen over the kid until he knew he was alright, he was also well aware that maybe he wasn't exactly the best person for it, and this Vash didn't know him. He'd just been through something deeply fucked up, and having a couple of grown men roll in, throwing their weight around and acting like they knew him was probably going to just make things worse.
"...For what it's worth, And I know it's not much, I'm sorry. There's some real shit that you're goin' through right now, and things are just gonna keep gettin' weirder for you for a while. But...I'll try an' get you somewhere you're safe."
That was his job, right? The Eye wasn't paying him for it, this time, and he would have spat in their eye if they'd tried. He was doing this for himself, not them. Which meant hopefully it'd have a lot better outcome than it had the first time.
"Oh, and uh, careful of the big cross. It's a gun, and it weighs like three of you. It's strapped down pretty tight, so it's not gonna just fall off, but you go fiddlin' with it and you could get hurt real bad."
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"I'd say maybe we should drop 'im off with Luida's crew, but they were headed to Octovern, too, so it looks like he's with us for the long haul. Sorry, Spikey. You're gonna be on the road with us for a while. I don't have the sidecar for Angelina anymore, so you're gonna have to hold on."
With that arm, he would have preferred getting him immediately to a doctor, but with almost everyone clustered in Octovern, that wasn't going to be happening for a while, anyway. He shoved the bag of supplies into the saddlebags, holding the motorcycle up so the two of them could climb on first, and took the moment to pull on his riding goggles.
"We won't be going much further tonight. I just wanna get us away from here. But if you start gettin' tired before we stop, let one of us know. I don't want you fallin' off. Last thing you need is to fall under the bike while we're rollin'."
He sounded perhaps a little more stern than he had been aiming for, but more than anything, he was just...tired. Not from searching the town, not really, but the whole thing had gotten him in a mood, and where one part of him wanted to mother hen over the kid until he knew he was alright, he was also well aware that maybe he wasn't exactly the best person for it, and this Vash didn't know him. He'd just been through something deeply fucked up, and having a couple of grown men roll in, throwing their weight around and acting like they knew him was probably going to just make things worse.
"...For what it's worth, And I know it's not much, I'm sorry. There's some real shit that you're goin' through right now, and things are just gonna keep gettin' weirder for you for a while. But...I'll try an' get you somewhere you're safe."
That was his job, right? The Eye wasn't paying him for it, this time, and he would have spat in their eye if they'd tried. He was doing this for himself, not them. Which meant hopefully it'd have a lot better outcome than it had the first time.
"Oh, and uh, careful of the big cross. It's a gun, and it weighs like three of you. It's strapped down pretty tight, so it's not gonna just fall off, but you go fiddlin' with it and you could get hurt real bad."