Vash's own heart unclenched. Because if had made a mistake, if the cause had been indeed physical rather than emotional, that might have worked so much worse.
And even with the pushback from Vash, he kept the calm coming. Because it was helping. And... because everyone else in the building didn't need to come find out what was happening.
When Wolfwood looked up, Vash was smiling at him, marks and all. It was a very, very shaky smile, but present nonetheless. He almost tried to speak again, when the knock came, and he started slightly.
Oh.
The lemonade.
Vash made a tiny noise in the back of his throat, then shook his head. Then chirped. "Yes, please, at the door. I'll come pick it up before it's had a chance to warm up!"
That, on top of the calm, should help, he thought.
And then the other Vash was crying, hard and heart-wrenching. It was almost too much for this one, and his arms shifted, gathering both of them even more protectively even as he let Wolfwood do what needed to be done.
He did not speak further, not until Vash's crying had at least begun to ease up somewhat, and not a little after that.
Then it was a quiet, certain, "I love you both."
They had clearly managed to work each other up to the point where words alone were not enough. But he knew, oh, he knew that none of that had been on purpose, not on either side, and that while he could provide them the space to do so, the only permanent improvement could happen if they could help each other.
Just enough.
But that was for later, yet. Steadying and reassuring still were the need. For both of them.
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Oh, that was enough to steady Wolfwood.
Vash's own heart unclenched. Because if had made a mistake, if the cause had been indeed physical rather than emotional, that might have worked so much worse.
And even with the pushback from Vash, he kept the calm coming. Because it was helping. And... because everyone else in the building didn't need to come find out what was happening.
When Wolfwood looked up, Vash was smiling at him, marks and all. It was a very, very shaky smile, but present nonetheless. He almost tried to speak again, when the knock came, and he started slightly.
Oh.
The lemonade.
Vash made a tiny noise in the back of his throat, then shook his head. Then chirped. "Yes, please, at the door. I'll come pick it up before it's had a chance to warm up!"
That, on top of the calm, should help, he thought.
And then the other Vash was crying, hard and heart-wrenching. It was almost too much for this one, and his arms shifted, gathering both of them even more protectively even as he let Wolfwood do what needed to be done.
He did not speak further, not until Vash's crying had at least begun to ease up somewhat, and not a little after that.
Then it was a quiet, certain, "I love you both."
They had clearly managed to work each other up to the point where words alone were not enough. But he knew, oh, he knew that none of that had been on purpose, not on either side, and that while he could provide them the space to do so, the only permanent improvement could happen if they could help each other.
Just enough.
But that was for later, yet. Steadying and reassuring still were the need. For both of them.