[It's a start, Wolfwood says, and Vash feels that yawning abyss of despair widen all the more significantly. He hadn't expected to be forgiven so easily, but he would have hoped for something more to go off of. Alone like this, he's grasping at straws and hoping he's finding the right answer. Livio had said so much to him, and Vash had done his best to learn. Now under the gun, however, every thought seems to scatter. And Wolfwood gives him nothing to grasp onto.
The swallow that follows is surely audible. He looks down at the floor once more. The fear creeps further into his chest. Everything he wants to say — I was scared, I don't deserve you, I don't want to lose you — all comes back to him. He's been selfish enough in the last few weeks. He doesn't need to give Wolfwood more of the same. That wasn't going to salvage things.
Even if... maybe some part of him smarts at not being able to speak his own piece. He hasn't earned it, he knows this logically. But Wolfwood assumes that he already knows everything there is to Vash, and it lashes hard at the walls of his heart.
With some difficulty, the feeling is swallowed down. He's used to diminishing himself for the sake of others. He can do this here too, if that's what it takes to make things right between them.]
I... really don't know what I'm supposed to say next. Thank you, for bein' so vulnerable with me in the first place? For having trusted me? I could say "I won't do it again" but isn't that just me trying to say what you want to hear?
[His posture shifts once more, this time wrapping his arms around himself. He should have talked to someone about this before charging in head first. He should have made a better plan instead of running in half-cocked like he always did. This was his last chance, and he can feel it slipping through his fingers.
Breathe. Think. He has to try, for once in his damn life, listen to what someone has told him. He thinks back to his conversation with Livio, plays it over in his mind and -]
I wanna know what you need. All I've done all this time is assume I knew best. Obviously I don't. But I'm here and I'm listening, if you want to give me a chance. [His fingers tighten against the sleeves of his jacket.] And if you don't, I understand that too.
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The swallow that follows is surely audible. He looks down at the floor once more. The fear creeps further into his chest. Everything he wants to say — I was scared, I don't deserve you, I don't want to lose you — all comes back to him. He's been selfish enough in the last few weeks. He doesn't need to give Wolfwood more of the same. That wasn't going to salvage things.
Even if... maybe some part of him smarts at not being able to speak his own piece. He hasn't earned it, he knows this logically. But Wolfwood assumes that he already knows everything there is to Vash, and it lashes hard at the walls of his heart.
With some difficulty, the feeling is swallowed down. He's used to diminishing himself for the sake of others. He can do this here too, if that's what it takes to make things right between them.]
I... really don't know what I'm supposed to say next. Thank you, for bein' so vulnerable with me in the first place? For having trusted me? I could say "I won't do it again" but isn't that just me trying to say what you want to hear?
[His posture shifts once more, this time wrapping his arms around himself. He should have talked to someone about this before charging in head first. He should have made a better plan instead of running in half-cocked like he always did. This was his last chance, and he can feel it slipping through his fingers.
Breathe. Think. He has to try, for once in his damn life, listen to what someone has told him. He thinks back to his conversation with Livio, plays it over in his mind and -]
I wanna know what you need. All I've done all this time is assume I knew best. Obviously I don't. But I'm here and I'm listening, if you want to give me a chance. [His fingers tighten against the sleeves of his jacket.] And if you don't, I understand that too.