To be honest, there was a lot more than what had happened with the radio that he hadn't touched on, yet, but he couldn't deal with that right now, not when Blondie needed the support, and not when he suspected that Needle-Noggin hadn't figured out exactly what was going on. He wasn't stupid, they weren't stupid. It was easy to tell that he was at least honed in on the fact that there were things left unsaid, though Wolfwood honestly couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that told him that. But then maybe he just was no longer used to just how sharply he'd always been able to read him, after years apart. And that just brought back all the guilt he'd been carrying since they set out from December again.
And oh, now that they were starting to pull apart and talk about heading back, and now that he'd started to come a little bit more out of his head, the fact that he was back was coming back to the surface of his focus, and all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around him and cling for a bit, apologize properly like he hadn't been smart enough to do the other day. Make up for ruining the reunion he never thought he'd be blessed enough to have with one that was less fucked.
But first, to get them back to town. And, well, yes, for him to finish getting dressed. Shit. Had he left the door to their room unlocked? He didn't think he had his key. Fuck. He sighed to himself, groaning softly before Vash knocked his foot with his boot, and he blinked, looking down and then back up at him before he shook his head, wiggling his toes and climbing to his feet.
"No, I'm fine. It's still early enough, the sand isn't hot." Something still felt...off. He had a lingering sense of foreboding that he didn't think had anything to do with his worry that both of them were bottling things up, and he couldn't put his finger on it.
But...there would be time to deal with that later. He reached over to gently poke Blondie in the back of his ribs, a playful jab that barely had any strength to it at all and was mostly meant to get his attention, but also did the job of trying to put back up his cool facade.
"I think we need a new rule. Stop apologizing because something upset you and you think it's worrying us. I'll stop worrying when-..." Don't say 'I'm dead,' not in current company, nope, don't do it. "-I damn well want to. Just like you will, right? We care about you, it just makes sense we want to make sure you're alright. Anyway, come on, a drink sounds good. Though maybe best not to start the day-drinking this early. Which is a mental note to myself by the way. I don't want to have a repeat of what I did the last time..."
What he did want was to be able to put an arm around each of them and walk with them back to town that way, but Needle-Noggin was holding Blondie's hand on the other side of him, and he suspected Vash needed the comfort more than he did, right now, so instead, he wrapped his arm around the small of Blondie's back, sidling up close enough to him that he could tuck himself under that bottle-green arm, and then reaching even further with his hand until he could grab onto Needle-Noggin's coat, letting him keep his hold on the man between them but letting himself have some of the contact he needed, too. Unobtrusive, easily broken if it wasn't wanted, but still clearly a little outward sign that he had missed him and was happy he was back.
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And oh, now that they were starting to pull apart and talk about heading back, and now that he'd started to come a little bit more out of his head, the fact that he was back was coming back to the surface of his focus, and all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around him and cling for a bit, apologize properly like he hadn't been smart enough to do the other day. Make up for ruining the reunion he never thought he'd be blessed enough to have with one that was less fucked.
But first, to get them back to town. And, well, yes, for him to finish getting dressed. Shit. Had he left the door to their room unlocked? He didn't think he had his key. Fuck. He sighed to himself, groaning softly before Vash knocked his foot with his boot, and he blinked, looking down and then back up at him before he shook his head, wiggling his toes and climbing to his feet.
"No, I'm fine. It's still early enough, the sand isn't hot." Something still felt...off. He had a lingering sense of foreboding that he didn't think had anything to do with his worry that both of them were bottling things up, and he couldn't put his finger on it.
But...there would be time to deal with that later. He reached over to gently poke Blondie in the back of his ribs, a playful jab that barely had any strength to it at all and was mostly meant to get his attention, but also did the job of trying to put back up his cool facade.
"I think we need a new rule. Stop apologizing because something upset you and you think it's worrying us. I'll stop worrying when-..." Don't say 'I'm dead,' not in current company, nope, don't do it. "-I damn well want to. Just like you will, right? We care about you, it just makes sense we want to make sure you're alright. Anyway, come on, a drink sounds good. Though maybe best not to start the day-drinking this early. Which is a mental note to myself by the way. I don't want to have a repeat of what I did the last time..."
What he did want was to be able to put an arm around each of them and walk with them back to town that way, but Needle-Noggin was holding Blondie's hand on the other side of him, and he suspected Vash needed the comfort more than he did, right now, so instead, he wrapped his arm around the small of Blondie's back, sidling up close enough to him that he could tuck himself under that bottle-green arm, and then reaching even further with his hand until he could grab onto Needle-Noggin's coat, letting him keep his hold on the man between them but letting himself have some of the contact he needed, too. Unobtrusive, easily broken if it wasn't wanted, but still clearly a little outward sign that he had missed him and was happy he was back.