[Wolfwood will, at least, hand the clothing over for Vash to take, mostly because it's so cold and kindof uncomfortable to keep toting around when he's still as damp as he is. He will carry the blanket though, haphazardly tossing it around his own shoulders as they trudge down the Inn stairs and out into the snow outside.
Though Vash has told him about his place once or twice, Wolfwood has made it a point to pretend he didn't know it existed. It's hard to miss even in its secluded location- it's visible clearly from the rec center after all, which is where he just came from- but still. Better for his mental health to ignore it, instead of thinking about the convenient timing at which it appeared. The moment they had their falling out and Vash listed every crime of his to the whole Grove, he fucked off to the furthest place from everyone else he could manage. It's not subtle.
But all of that, as it simmers in the back of his mind, Wolfwood keeps to himself. It's as he said after all, he doesn't want to talk about any of it while he's as inebriated as he is. It will only invite variables that neither of them want, and put them back in the same situation they were in before, if not a worse one.
It's cold, and dark by now. The Grove seems eerily silent with all of its inhabitants indoors for the evening. Wolfwood chooses to stay silent, having to focus all of his energy on not beefing it in the snow.]
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Though Vash has told him about his place once or twice, Wolfwood has made it a point to pretend he didn't know it existed. It's hard to miss even in its secluded location- it's visible clearly from the rec center after all, which is where he just came from- but still. Better for his mental health to ignore it, instead of thinking about the convenient timing at which it appeared. The moment they had their falling out and Vash listed every crime of his to the whole Grove, he fucked off to the furthest place from everyone else he could manage. It's not subtle.
But all of that, as it simmers in the back of his mind, Wolfwood keeps to himself. It's as he said after all, he doesn't want to talk about any of it while he's as inebriated as he is. It will only invite variables that neither of them want, and put them back in the same situation they were in before, if not a worse one.
It's cold, and dark by now. The Grove seems eerily silent with all of its inhabitants indoors for the evening. Wolfwood chooses to stay silent, having to focus all of his energy on not beefing it in the snow.]