[Truthfully, Vash doesn't expect anything out of Wolfwood. And the last thing he expects out of anything is an apology. Silence follows, to the point one has to wonder if Wolfwood truly spoke aloud, or even loud enough. But then, the humming wouldn't have stopped when he started speaking, right? That silence wouldn't have pressed onward?
Eventually, said silence is broken by the faintest huff of laughter. Vash ruffles Wolfwood's hair with a little more playfullness this time. When he settles both his hands and his fluttering chest, he shakes his head. Wolfwood probably can't hear him, so he offers:]
I already forgave you, Wolfwood. If I hadn't I wouldn't be here right now. [Vash might be a pacifist, but that didn't mean he openly embraced his enemies. Wolfwood wasn't that. He was a friend, or at least as close as Vash would let himself come to one.]
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Eventually, said silence is broken by the faintest huff of laughter. Vash ruffles Wolfwood's hair with a little more playfullness this time. When he settles both his hands and his fluttering chest, he shakes his head. Wolfwood probably can't hear him, so he offers:]
I already forgave you, Wolfwood. If I hadn't I wouldn't be here right now. [Vash might be a pacifist, but that didn't mean he openly embraced his enemies. Wolfwood wasn't that. He was a friend, or at least as close as Vash would let himself come to one.]
Y'feel any better?