[Vash doesn't think he's ever seen Wolfwood's eyes, not without his glasses completely obscuring them. They're still sort of on his face, but askew as they are, they don't do much to hide the tears within his lashes. He tries to figure out just would have upset him so much, especially when it had something to do with Vash himself.
He swallows, lowering his hands into his lap. He has a few guesses. He can only imagine it comes back to what he confessed earlier. His gaze tips away, while his arms slide around his waist.]
You were having a nightmare. [His voice is small, almost like he's afraid of scaring Wolfwood off.] But I'm not going to hurt you, Wolfwood. I wouldn't.
[It's the only thing he can think to say, because it's the only thing he can imagine to have happened. He'd hurt Wolfwood in his dream.]
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He swallows, lowering his hands into his lap. He has a few guesses. He can only imagine it comes back to what he confessed earlier. His gaze tips away, while his arms slide around his waist.]
You were having a nightmare. [His voice is small, almost like he's afraid of scaring Wolfwood off.] But I'm not going to hurt you, Wolfwood. I wouldn't.
[It's the only thing he can think to say, because it's the only thing he can imagine to have happened. He'd hurt Wolfwood in his dream.]