At the very least, he couldn't argue with "you don't have to decide now, just think on it," and the fact that his anxiety about the whole thing had been accepted so easily helped settle a lot of the nerves that the thought had brought to the surface. Not that he would have expected for either of them to force it on him, especially not if the things he'd seen in Needle-Noggin's memories were any indication. Surely they of all people would understand. But knowing that, and his brain disregarding all of the awful feelings associated with the thought of more experiments, were two completely different things.
It was enough, though, that he gave a small, hummed sound of acknowledgement before he sighed, the loss of their hands in his lessened when Vash wrapped his arms around him. No matter what else - his anxieties, the fear he'd once felt around the man and the sheer amount of power he held just under the surface, threatening to go off if he lost control, the weight of everything that had happened recently - this felt safe. Warm and comfortable and like the only place he could let his guard down, regardless of which of the two of them he was seeking refuge against.
With the soothing aura Blondie was giving off and so many secrets finally off his chest where they'd been weighing him down like a boulder for so long, he finally began to feel himself settle, and he wrapped his arms around him in turn, giving a little wiggle so that he could sink more fully against his chest with the smallest beginnings of a drowsy little smile pressed against Vash's neck.
It was quiet and calm and safe and comforting, up until the moment it wasn't, when that comforting aura shattered, and he immediately felt his anxiety spike, his shoulders hunching with a shocked little wheeze.
His head lifted, turning to look at Blondie as he stood over against the door, seemingly locked in his own sudden anxiety. Anybody not one of the three of them might not have been able to see it for what it was, as hard as he tried to hold it inside, but it was clear as day to him, and he suspected Needle-Noggin, too. The only question was what had set it off, this time.
"Blondie? Hey, hey, c'mere. Come back, Vash." Distract him from whatever was going on in his head, redirect him, and while he was too far away to reach where he was sitting and the last thing he wanted to do was leave the circle of arms he was in, if he didn't come out of whatever was in his head, he absolutely would get up and go to him.
Until then, even though he had no ability to do the whole mind-talking-aura-feeling thing they did, he'd gotten so used to them being able to peek into his own thoughts after he'd first realized Vash was doing it over two years ago that he began doing his best to think at him hard enough that he would be heard.
Come back, Vash, you're ok. What's wrong? You're safe, we're all safe, come back.
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It was enough, though, that he gave a small, hummed sound of acknowledgement before he sighed, the loss of their hands in his lessened when Vash wrapped his arms around him. No matter what else - his anxieties, the fear he'd once felt around the man and the sheer amount of power he held just under the surface, threatening to go off if he lost control, the weight of everything that had happened recently - this felt safe. Warm and comfortable and like the only place he could let his guard down, regardless of which of the two of them he was seeking refuge against.
With the soothing aura Blondie was giving off and so many secrets finally off his chest where they'd been weighing him down like a boulder for so long, he finally began to feel himself settle, and he wrapped his arms around him in turn, giving a little wiggle so that he could sink more fully against his chest with the smallest beginnings of a drowsy little smile pressed against Vash's neck.
It was quiet and calm and safe and comforting, up until the moment it wasn't, when that comforting aura shattered, and he immediately felt his anxiety spike, his shoulders hunching with a shocked little wheeze.
His head lifted, turning to look at Blondie as he stood over against the door, seemingly locked in his own sudden anxiety. Anybody not one of the three of them might not have been able to see it for what it was, as hard as he tried to hold it inside, but it was clear as day to him, and he suspected Needle-Noggin, too. The only question was what had set it off, this time.
"Blondie? Hey, hey, c'mere. Come back, Vash." Distract him from whatever was going on in his head, redirect him, and while he was too far away to reach where he was sitting and the last thing he wanted to do was leave the circle of arms he was in, if he didn't come out of whatever was in his head, he absolutely would get up and go to him.
Until then, even though he had no ability to do the whole mind-talking-aura-feeling thing they did, he'd gotten so used to them being able to peek into his own thoughts after he'd first realized Vash was doing it over two years ago that he began doing his best to think at him hard enough that he would be heard.
Come back, Vash, you're ok. What's wrong? You're safe, we're all safe, come back.