[Truth be told, Vash is too good at judging character. He knows what most people are like deep down, it's just that exterior wall that's tricky to get past. Or, in some cases, he knows but is too stubborn than to realize it's not going to crack no matter how hard he tries.
Wolfwood isn't one of those people, as much as he wishes he was. His walls have substantial flaws, and the cracks are showing more by the day.
The moment permission is granted, Wolfwood is flipping that lighter over in his hand so he can get one of those cigs lit, breathing the smoke in deep before putting it back. He will at least have the decency to exhale towards the ceiling, sorry if your room smells like smoke now. It'll finish smoothing out his nerves, eventually.]
How often has that happened? You act like I'm the only person who has ever stepped in to pull your ass out of the coals.
[Vash is constantly in danger, literally 24/7 due to just who he is as a person. But maybe that's why nobody else has helped him before now. It's safer to be the only one he can rely on, otherwise he'd be getting innocent people killed more often.]
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Wolfwood isn't one of those people, as much as he wishes he was. His walls have substantial flaws, and the cracks are showing more by the day.
The moment permission is granted, Wolfwood is flipping that lighter over in his hand so he can get one of those cigs lit, breathing the smoke in deep before putting it back. He will at least have the decency to exhale towards the ceiling, sorry if your room smells like smoke now. It'll finish smoothing out his nerves, eventually.]
How often has that happened? You act like I'm the only person who has ever stepped in to pull your ass out of the coals.
[Vash is constantly in danger, literally 24/7 due to just who he is as a person. But maybe that's why nobody else has helped him before now. It's safer to be the only one he can rely on, otherwise he'd be getting innocent people killed more often.]