[Wolfwood feels his chest tighten. There's still this feeling of anxiety, that if he lets Vash go, he isn't going to come back. It's irrational and he feels stupid for feeling it- he'd blame it on the drugs, but he thinks those are nearly gone- yet it's there all the same. But his mind and his heart are clearly at odds. The two wolves inside of Wolfwood are fighting. One wants to lash out and rip Vash apart before kicking his ass out into the snow, while the other wants him to stay. Just. Please stay.
He's still not looking at Vash as he takes his shades off suddenly, smudging his thumbs across his eyes with a heavy breath. He's awash with frustration towards himself, simmering underneath the surface while the rest of him keeps replaying that image of Vash with a hole in his head in his mind over and over.
Why does it matter? Vash...shouldn't matter.
But he does. And that's something Wolfwood can't run away from.
He holds the sunglasses tight in his fist before turning over onto his side, facing the wall.]
Yeah.
[He doesn't know this is Vash's room. At least he will have to come back...eventually.]
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He's still not looking at Vash as he takes his shades off suddenly, smudging his thumbs across his eyes with a heavy breath. He's awash with frustration towards himself, simmering underneath the surface while the rest of him keeps replaying that image of Vash with a hole in his head in his mind over and over.
Why does it matter? Vash...shouldn't matter.
But he does. And that's something Wolfwood can't run away from.
He holds the sunglasses tight in his fist before turning over onto his side, facing the wall.]
Yeah.
[He doesn't know this is Vash's room. At least he will have to come back...eventually.]