[Well. Wolfwood is not sober enough to process Vash's first statement as being rhetorical, so he ends up answering it just as bluntly.]
Fell in the pool.
[Just. With no further explanation. He's wet, and he's cold, and he's not having a good time. And if he weren't being essentially body-blocked from his bedroom by Vash being right in front of the door, he would have likely shouldered past to go inside without another word to him. The reason why will become clear shortly, but for the time being...
Vash...starts to say he's sorry. Again. And Wolfwood is very much prepared to not hear it because it seems like it's going to be the same thing again. Hollow apologies with no real weight behind them, with Vash saying sorry for the sake of saying sorry and taking the guilt off his conscience when he doesn't actually know what he's apologizing for. But then there's...albeit briefly, a nugget of something that wasn't there before. It gives Wolfwood pause, at least until he doesn't elaborate and instead tells him he'll explain...if he wants.
If he wants.
Vash isn't walking away yet, no, but Wolfwood can tell he already has one foot out the door. Like he's being expected to be kicked out, or- at the very least- isn't assuming he'll be allowed to stay.
When Wolfwood finally talks, his voice is...heavily slurred.]
Lissin'. I don't...wanna do this with you right now. [...] Not...not while I'm drunk. Not again.
[And, boy, is he feeling it.]
Need't sober up...
[He continues, shaking his head a little. If Vash looks at him closely, he'll actually be able to see where those little crystals of ice have formed on his extremely damp clothing.]
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Fell in the pool.
[Just. With no further explanation. He's wet, and he's cold, and he's not having a good time. And if he weren't being essentially body-blocked from his bedroom by Vash being right in front of the door, he would have likely shouldered past to go inside without another word to him. The reason why will become clear shortly, but for the time being...
Vash...starts to say he's sorry. Again. And Wolfwood is very much prepared to not hear it because it seems like it's going to be the same thing again. Hollow apologies with no real weight behind them, with Vash saying sorry for the sake of saying sorry and taking the guilt off his conscience when he doesn't actually know what he's apologizing for. But then there's...albeit briefly, a nugget of something that wasn't there before. It gives Wolfwood pause, at least until he doesn't elaborate and instead tells him he'll explain...if he wants.
If he wants.
Vash isn't walking away yet, no, but Wolfwood can tell he already has one foot out the door. Like he's being expected to be kicked out, or- at the very least- isn't assuming he'll be allowed to stay.
When Wolfwood finally talks, his voice is...heavily slurred.]
Lissin'. I don't...wanna do this with you right now. [...] Not...not while I'm drunk. Not again.
[And, boy, is he feeling it.]
Need't sober up...
[He continues, shaking his head a little. If Vash looks at him closely, he'll actually be able to see where those little crystals of ice have formed on his extremely damp clothing.]