[Wolfwood has hugged so few people that he can actually count them on one hand. Livio. Vash.
...and now Mizuki. And unlike if it were anyone else, perhaps, he doesn't shrug him off or push him away.
He hesitates, holding himself like he isn't sure what to do, until he settles his weight forward, glass crunching underfoot. He puts one hand on the back of Mizuki's shoulders, the other coming up to rest atop his head.]
...thanks, kid. But I think this is something I gotta do on my own. Even if it means throttling him to get him to understand.
[Oh. Sounds like he's not trying to be vague anymore.
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...and now Mizuki. And unlike if it were anyone else, perhaps, he doesn't shrug him off or push him away.
He hesitates, holding himself like he isn't sure what to do, until he settles his weight forward, glass crunching underfoot. He puts one hand on the back of Mizuki's shoulders, the other coming up to rest atop his head.]
...thanks, kid. But I think this is something I gotta do on my own. Even if it means throttling him to get him to understand.
[Oh. Sounds like he's not trying to be vague anymore.