[ 150 years isn't long enough for evolution to take place (much to Conrad's dismay), but Wolfwood does feel like the sweltering heat of Gunsmoke has made them efficient at not retaining heat. Wolfwood has never really had to worry about feeling cold, not even during the blackest nights, before coming to this place. Now he's done research on what warm fabrics are, and sought out those pieces in his closet when he's feeling particularly chilly.
There's no such reprieve here, which is why he doesn't smack Vash away when he noses into his space; agitated by the unfamiliar proximity, but not threatened. ]
Unless you wanna freeze to death. [ He says, instead of remarking on how stupid all of this is.
He could spend some time complaining, but he's cold, and despite the misery of that sensation, he still can't shake the marvel he felt at the sheets of rain falling from the sky. And from having more than one set of clothes to burrow into.
He doesn't know if Vash has other blankets, but he doesn't waste time before unapologetically falling onto Vash's bed, sitting with his back against the headboard and gathering the blankets around him in a cocoon.
And then, he levels Vash with an expectant stare. ]
[ Vash glances around his room, but any other blankets he may have squirreled away have been returned to the common area because I say so. With no other choice, he settles in beside Wolfwood with his back to the headboard.
Vash is a little bit more demure about tucking his legs into Wolfwood's blanket cocoon, but once they're inside he doesn't really hesitate to stick his cold feet up against Wolfwood's calves and shift the stub of his arm out of the way so that he can press as close as possible to Wolfwood's side. Vash, of course, apologizes. His bed is barely big enough to accommodate both of them, no matter how close he presses himself.
He doesn't mind the excuse though; Wolfwood is so warm. Once they've more or less settled, Vash hunches his shoulders a little bit, finally feeling the first pangs of self-consciousness. He feels like he's stealing something. He has nothing to do in the world but lean against Wolfwood's side and listen to the rain come down against the little window, reassuring them that this world has everything it needs. He wonders, not for the first time, what other life there could be for people like them, and if he could ever find a way to deserve it. If Wolfwood would ever let himself have it.
He leans his head back against the headboard, looking up at the ceiling. He thinks if he tries to look Wolfwood in the eye right now, with their faces just a few inches from each other, he'll probably get kicked out of bed. ] You seem happy, Wolfwood. [ Meaning he's barely complained at all. It's unlike him. ] Is it the rain?
[ On one hand, Wolfwood is glad that Vash didn't decide to martyr himself and insist that Wolfwood hoard the bed and blankets while he suffers unnecessarily. He'd been prepared for a fight, so it's a pleasant surprise when Vash wordlessly burrows into the bed next to him.
On the other, the proximity is very awkward. His toes curl self-consciously under the blanket when Vash's feet tuck under his calves, trying to keep himself from growing too tense. The contact is unfamiliar and foreign, but more than tensing up from an instinctual fear of attack, he finds himself resisting the inclination to enjoy it too much.
He tugs the blanket closer around himself, tucking his chin in toward his chest, a frown settling on his face at Vash's question. ]
Who the hell said I was happy?
[ The words are a low grumble, looking for a moment like he's about to flinch away but instead pressing closer to Vash's side. One of his hands creeps to Vash's back, trying to warm up the cold appendages.
Despite his best efforts, he's tense.
Taking a deep breath, ] Wonderin' if this is what the world was like before we all ended up in space, and why... did it end up like this.
[ With his feet now a little bit warmer, Vash draws his knees up to his chest, still leaning fully against Wolfwood's side. He can feel how tense Wolfwood is from the contact, but selfishly he doesn't try to move away. He has false memories of rescuing a kitten here, once. It had hissed and scratched, shaking with tension and rage, but in the end it had just wanted to be warm. He would never say as much to Wolfwood, but Vash thinks he's a little bit like that.
In contrast to Wolfwood, he's completely relaxed, his head listing a little bit against Wolfwood's shoulder. He smells... nice. Much less like cigarettes than Vash would have expected. ]
Who else would have said it? I'm the only one here. [ Vash dares to angle his head up and flash Wolfwood a cheeky little grin.
He shifts just enough to make room for the hand trying to sneak behind his back. He can feel the chill of Wolfwood's hand through the fabric of his shirt, just above the line where it's ridden up. Wolfwood's chest rises with his next breath, and Vash thinks he can feel his heartbeat press up against him, but it's probably all in his head.
It's only when Wolfwood speaks that he tenses for the first time. Suddenly, he feels trapped, his heart hammering. His breathing is still slow and even, but only because Vash is controlling it carefully. He makes himself relax the way he makes himself smile sometimes.
Because of me, he ought to say. It was exactly like this, and I destroyed our hope. I destroyed your chance at this life.
He ought to confess.
Vash swallows, his mouth moving for a moment with no sound, and then he turns his face further toward Wolfwood's shoulder. He just wants another minute. Another second of this. ] What would you do, if you knew?
[ Wolfwood keeps himself distracted so to keep from dwelling on the very physical and very present reality of the situation that he's found himself in. So that he doesn't try to catalogue each point that they meet between flesh and metal. And so that he doesn't wonder how long it's been since since he was pressed so casually against another person without intent to harm lurking under his skin, because it hasn't been that long at all.
Roberto's jeep had been roomy, but not so roomy that Vash and Wolfwood hadn't bumped limbs in the backseat as they lounged in the heat. Granted, he'd been deceiving Vash then, actions all wrapped up in betrayal.
So maybe this is the first time in some long years after all.
His attention is drawn back when Vash's demeanour shifts, near imperceptibly if not for how close they are. His voice is as soft as ever, but it still feels different. ]
Ain't thought that far. [ He's not thinking along the same lines as Vash, so he's not quite sure what might be bothering him, dismayed that something might've overtaken his previous cheek, even if it had been at his expense.
He glances at him out of the corner of his eye before looking ahead again, thoughtful. ]
They must've been pretty smart if they had all that tech before they went into space. If they couldn't figure out how to keep their planet from dyin' maybe there ain't anything anyone can do.
[ He can feel Wolfwood's gaze on him, but Vash keeps his eyes downcast. He can usually read Wolfwood, but it goes both ways, and at the moment he doesn't trust himself to look at Wolfwood and not break down in confession. He's not even a priest, so Vash doesn't understand what it is about Wolfwood that always makes him want to be honest, even when it's ugly.
He bites into his lower lip, worrying at it. He can feel Wolfwood's voice rumbling in his chest as he speaks, and somehow he's not surprised that Wolfwood has found the worst possible outcome to brood over.
Maybe he won't confess this time, Vash decides. Guilt can eat him alive, but he wants to be selfish, just this once. ]
Maybe it was too late when they understood how precious it was but... [ Vash rolls his head back against Wolfwood's shoulder to look up at him. ] I don't think it always has to be that way. Maybe this time, the story can be different.
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There's no such reprieve here, which is why he doesn't smack Vash away when he noses into his space; agitated by the unfamiliar proximity, but not threatened. ]
Unless you wanna freeze to death. [ He says, instead of remarking on how stupid all of this is.
He could spend some time complaining, but he's cold, and despite the misery of that sensation, he still can't shake the marvel he felt at the sheets of rain falling from the sky. And from having more than one set of clothes to burrow into.
He doesn't know if Vash has other blankets, but he doesn't waste time before unapologetically falling onto Vash's bed, sitting with his back against the headboard and gathering the blankets around him in a cocoon.
And then, he levels Vash with an expectant stare. ]
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Vash is a little bit more demure about tucking his legs into Wolfwood's blanket cocoon, but once they're inside he doesn't really hesitate to stick his cold feet up against Wolfwood's calves and shift the stub of his arm out of the way so that he can press as close as possible to Wolfwood's side. Vash, of course, apologizes. His bed is barely big enough to accommodate both of them, no matter how close he presses himself.
He doesn't mind the excuse though; Wolfwood is so warm. Once they've more or less settled, Vash hunches his shoulders a little bit, finally feeling the first pangs of self-consciousness. He feels like he's stealing something. He has nothing to do in the world but lean against Wolfwood's side and listen to the rain come down against the little window, reassuring them that this world has everything it needs. He wonders, not for the first time, what other life there could be for people like them, and if he could ever find a way to deserve it. If Wolfwood would ever let himself have it.
He leans his head back against the headboard, looking up at the ceiling. He thinks if he tries to look Wolfwood in the eye right now, with their faces just a few inches from each other, he'll probably get kicked out of bed. ] You seem happy, Wolfwood. [ Meaning he's barely complained at all. It's unlike him. ] Is it the rain?
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On the other, the proximity is very awkward. His toes curl self-consciously under the blanket when Vash's feet tuck under his calves, trying to keep himself from growing too tense. The contact is unfamiliar and foreign, but more than tensing up from an instinctual fear of attack, he finds himself resisting the inclination to enjoy it too much.
He tugs the blanket closer around himself, tucking his chin in toward his chest, a frown settling on his face at Vash's question. ]
Who the hell said I was happy?
[ The words are a low grumble, looking for a moment like he's about to flinch away but instead pressing closer to Vash's side. One of his hands creeps to Vash's back, trying to warm up the cold appendages.
Despite his best efforts, he's tense.
Taking a deep breath, ] Wonderin' if this is what the world was like before we all ended up in space, and why... did it end up like this.
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In contrast to Wolfwood, he's completely relaxed, his head listing a little bit against Wolfwood's shoulder. He smells... nice. Much less like cigarettes than Vash would have expected. ]
Who else would have said it? I'm the only one here. [ Vash dares to angle his head up and flash Wolfwood a cheeky little grin.
He shifts just enough to make room for the hand trying to sneak behind his back. He can feel the chill of Wolfwood's hand through the fabric of his shirt, just above the line where it's ridden up. Wolfwood's chest rises with his next breath, and Vash thinks he can feel his heartbeat press up against him, but it's probably all in his head.
It's only when Wolfwood speaks that he tenses for the first time. Suddenly, he feels trapped, his heart hammering. His breathing is still slow and even, but only because Vash is controlling it carefully. He makes himself relax the way he makes himself smile sometimes.
Because of me, he ought to say. It was exactly like this, and I destroyed our hope. I destroyed your chance at this life.
He ought to confess.
Vash swallows, his mouth moving for a moment with no sound, and then he turns his face further toward Wolfwood's shoulder. He just wants another minute. Another second of this. ] What would you do, if you knew?
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Roberto's jeep had been roomy, but not so roomy that Vash and Wolfwood hadn't bumped limbs in the backseat as they lounged in the heat. Granted, he'd been deceiving Vash then, actions all wrapped up in betrayal.
So maybe this is the first time in some long years after all.
His attention is drawn back when Vash's demeanour shifts, near imperceptibly if not for how close they are. His voice is as soft as ever, but it still feels different. ]
Ain't thought that far. [ He's not thinking along the same lines as Vash, so he's not quite sure what might be bothering him, dismayed that something might've overtaken his previous cheek, even if it had been at his expense.
He glances at him out of the corner of his eye before looking ahead again, thoughtful. ]
They must've been pretty smart if they had all that tech before they went into space. If they couldn't figure out how to keep their planet from dyin' maybe there ain't anything anyone can do.
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He bites into his lower lip, worrying at it. He can feel Wolfwood's voice rumbling in his chest as he speaks, and somehow he's not surprised that Wolfwood has found the worst possible outcome to brood over.
Maybe he won't confess this time, Vash decides. Guilt can eat him alive, but he wants to be selfish, just this once. ]
Maybe it was too late when they understood how precious it was but... [ Vash rolls his head back against Wolfwood's shoulder to look up at him. ] I don't think it always has to be that way. Maybe this time, the story can be different.