[Unfortunately, Vash does indeed go tumbling off the bed. He lands on the his back with his legs bicycling in the air, but he's ultimately none the worse for wear. Nor is he at all discouraged by the effort on Wolfwood's part.]
Hey-! [He clambers back onto the bed, where whatever vitriol that might have been building up dies on his tongue. He can see in Wolfwood's now, once again collapsed state that he's still off. Whatever the dream had been, it wasn't a one-off nightmare. It had stuck with him.
When he speaks next, it's softer. He accompanies it by laying his hand gingerly against Wolfwood's forearm, where it presently is pressed to his face.]
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Hey-! [He clambers back onto the bed, where whatever vitriol that might have been building up dies on his tongue. He can see in Wolfwood's now, once again collapsed state that he's still off. Whatever the dream had been, it wasn't a one-off nightmare. It had stuck with him.
When he speaks next, it's softer. He accompanies it by laying his hand gingerly against Wolfwood's forearm, where it presently is pressed to his face.]
Nick. Hey... Talk to me.