[Part of it really just is who Vash is as a person. He'd give his coat to someone in the cold. He'd give them food off his plate, or the last ounce of water in his canteen. He loves people, and he'd do anything to keep them from suffering. Wolfwood was no exception to that.
What made him different was the journey they'd been through. They had shared very literal blood, sweat, and tears with one another. More than that, there was something good within Wolfwood's soul, and Vash wanted nothing more than to shelter and protect it. He could only guess what all he'd been through, being that he worked for Knives. But whatever it was, and whatever he had done, he was not irredeemable.
And maybe, at the end of the day, Vash saw some of himself in the man. He'd loved and lost. And he'd fought hard to protect innocent people within Hopeland. He wasn't perfect, but there was still something there. Vash wanted nothing more than to see that part flourish.
Gingerly, his hand shifts within Wolfwood's hair. It cards backward, toying with the strands at the back of his neck briefly, before settling down to rub a circle against the back of his neck. Some part of his mind does relish the warmth of his skin and the touch of his hair, but it's far from his mind at the moment.
Right now, he's focused on taking care of Wolfwood, more than anything.]
You'll be okay. And I'm right here, yeah? I've got your back, just like you've got mine.
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What made him different was the journey they'd been through. They had shared very literal blood, sweat, and tears with one another. More than that, there was something good within Wolfwood's soul, and Vash wanted nothing more than to shelter and protect it. He could only guess what all he'd been through, being that he worked for Knives. But whatever it was, and whatever he had done, he was not irredeemable.
And maybe, at the end of the day, Vash saw some of himself in the man. He'd loved and lost. And he'd fought hard to protect innocent people within Hopeland. He wasn't perfect, but there was still something there. Vash wanted nothing more than to see that part flourish.
Gingerly, his hand shifts within Wolfwood's hair. It cards backward, toying with the strands at the back of his neck briefly, before settling down to rub a circle against the back of his neck. Some part of his mind does relish the warmth of his skin and the touch of his hair, but it's far from his mind at the moment.
Right now, he's focused on taking care of Wolfwood, more than anything.]
You'll be okay. And I'm right here, yeah? I've got your back, just like you've got mine.