[The way Vash suddenly says that in such a clearly affected way is so genuinely starting to Wolfwood that he goes very still, like an animal trapped in a cage. He's still staring at the window, except now his eyes have gone wide, and his own grip on his arms is tight enough to hurt in equal measure.
I want you. It feels like a trap, to trust those words, even when he knows that's his own insecurities and uncertainty about the situation rearing its ugly head. Because why wouldn't he, when they kissed, and then Vash disappeared?]
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But finally, Wolfwood nods, his gaze shifting back to look at Vash again.]
Yes. Like...Vash, you told me that you knew that I was leading you into a trap. You knew it, but you didn't tell me or confront me on it, because you trusted me. You believed in me that much, for some reason, that you kept going on as if everything was going to be okay. I know that's...different, but.
[His throat flexes as he swallows, and for a moment his own words catch there.]
I know you're scared something's gonna happen to me. I can't say it won't. It probably will. But that doesn't mean it will be because of you. And even if it is- [Wolfwood stutters on a laugh, except it sounds. Odd. Nervous, even.] -then. Fuck. Maybe I'm okay with that, you know? Maybe I'm willing to take that risk. S'not like I haven't done stupider shit with my life.
...probably sounds stupid, coming from a guy who was forced to babysit you through the desert. Believe me, I didn't chase after you wanting to meet the legendary Humanoid Typhoon or anything like that. But there's a reason I told you all that shit about my life. It wasn't because I was drunk, or because I was emotional because I was drunk, or-
[He gestures vaguely with one hand, sinking back so his shoulders rest against the wall of Vash's bedroom. His brows furrow, and in that moment he looks.
Sad. Because he didn't just tell Vash about his past, or cry on him, or be vulnerable. They did much more together than that, and for someone like Wolfwood who has never done something so personally intimate in that kind of way...]
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I want you. It feels like a trap, to trust those words, even when he knows that's his own insecurities and uncertainty about the situation rearing its ugly head. Because why wouldn't he, when they kissed, and then Vash disappeared?]
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But finally, Wolfwood nods, his gaze shifting back to look at Vash again.]
Yes. Like...Vash, you told me that you knew that I was leading you into a trap. You knew it, but you didn't tell me or confront me on it, because you trusted me. You believed in me that much, for some reason, that you kept going on as if everything was going to be okay. I know that's...different, but.
[His throat flexes as he swallows, and for a moment his own words catch there.]
I know you're scared something's gonna happen to me. I can't say it won't. It probably will. But that doesn't mean it will be because of you. And even if it is- [Wolfwood stutters on a laugh, except it sounds. Odd. Nervous, even.] -then. Fuck. Maybe I'm okay with that, you know? Maybe I'm willing to take that risk. S'not like I haven't done stupider shit with my life.
...probably sounds stupid, coming from a guy who was forced to babysit you through the desert. Believe me, I didn't chase after you wanting to meet the legendary Humanoid Typhoon or anything like that. But there's a reason I told you all that shit about my life. It wasn't because I was drunk, or because I was emotional because I was drunk, or-
[He gestures vaguely with one hand, sinking back so his shoulders rest against the wall of Vash's bedroom. His brows furrow, and in that moment he looks.
Sad. Because he didn't just tell Vash about his past, or cry on him, or be vulnerable. They did much more together than that, and for someone like Wolfwood who has never done something so personally intimate in that kind of way...]
I trust you. I trusted you.