[Even with alcohol in his system, Woflwood is a probably a light sleeper. Thus, Vash knows it's likely he's going to walk in and find a very awake Wolfwood waiting for him. There's also the chance he'll find nothing at all, too, but he pushes that thought to the back of his mind. He has to hope this will work. For being someone so keen on pushing Wolfwood away just a few days ago, the idea of fully damaging their relationship is a sickening one.
Still, even with all his mental preparations, the second he actually meets Wolfwood's eyes, every thought he's ever had leaves his mind. He stares at Wolfwood, gaping dumbly. Does he remember the apology? Does he still even want to talk? Should he even be here? It's his house, but he'll leave if that's what Wolfwood wanted.
He'd done it before, after all.
In the end, he can do little but hold out his offering of pills. It feels wrong, speaking first in this nebulous state. He just bows his head, closes his eyes, and waits for him to say something.]
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Still, even with all his mental preparations, the second he actually meets Wolfwood's eyes, every thought he's ever had leaves his mind. He stares at Wolfwood, gaping dumbly. Does he remember the apology? Does he still even want to talk? Should he even be here? It's his house, but he'll leave if that's what Wolfwood wanted.
He'd done it before, after all.
In the end, he can do little but hold out his offering of pills. It feels wrong, speaking first in this nebulous state. He just bows his head, closes his eyes, and waits for him to say something.]