[Vash has to remember that Wolfwood is still very high. Everything is so much right now, to the point where the littlest revelation feels like the end of the world, even though logically he knows that couldn't be further from the truth. He's never been that worried about himself. He's pretty sure if Vash were the type to care enough about this sort of thing to want to kill him over it, he wouldn't be assed. The thing is, he has to live, because if he dies countless others are going to be suffering in his wake. Children. It makes keeping Nicholas D. Wolfwood under your thumb a shockingly easy task.
His head hurts. His eyes feel heavy and the lids ache. His very skin hurts to the touch, yet he is still very conscious of Vash with his hand actively stroking through his hair now as he works with him patiently through this. Far more patience than he deserves, really. His muscles relax, just a fraction. His shoulders lower, his jaw unclenches.
That humming. ....is that Vash?
His words are a little hard to hear over the dull roar between his ears, but at least the sentiment comes through. It just means that Wolfwood will take an honest age to reply, for what feels like a few seconds to him is more like a few minutes for Vash.]
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His head hurts. His eyes feel heavy and the lids ache. His very skin hurts to the touch, yet he is still very conscious of Vash with his hand actively stroking through his hair now as he works with him patiently through this. Far more patience than he deserves, really. His muscles relax, just a fraction. His shoulders lower, his jaw unclenches.
That humming. ....is that Vash?
His words are a little hard to hear over the dull roar between his ears, but at least the sentiment comes through. It just means that Wolfwood will take an honest age to reply, for what feels like a few seconds to him is more like a few minutes for Vash.]
...m'sorry.
[Is what he chooses to finally say.]
M'....sorry. Vash.