[ 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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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.