[Trusted, is what Vash's ears pick up on. It echoes in his ears, booming loud enough that Vash can't hear anything else. He can't help but imagine the period on that sentence. He'd deserve it, if he'd broken Wolfwood's trust so severely as to not be worthy of it again. It'd be yet another sin on his hands, a weight to crush down on his shoulders.
His knee begins to bob up and down. There's more to what Wolfwood said that hasn't sat well with him. He can already feel it eating through his resolve, even as he tries to keep it tamped down. There's more that he has to focus on, he can't come back to his own doubts.
An empty promise is a lie. Those were Wolfwood's own words, weren't they? So how did he come back from that?]
I wish I could say "you can trust me." Like that would make it all better. [Wolfwood wasn't a kid though, and he certainly wouldn't take Vash at his word.] I want to try, but -
[The nervous energy finally gets the better of him. He stands up, making his way across the small living area and into the bedroom proper. He doesn't dare sit beside Wolfwood, or anywhere near on his level. Instead, he sinks to his knees. From there, he stares up at the other man. There's a level of desperation in his words, a panic that's been building since the moment Wolfwood had said he was willing to accept that end.]
You can't say that to me. You can't say you're willing to let me be the death of you, Nick. You're too good, y'know that. I know you don't believe it and I - I don't know how to get you to see that. [His head bows, angling just enough to brush over Wolfwood's knee. It's too much to ask for, too intimate, but he does it all the same.]
I lost my mother. I - don't know if I can bring my brother back. I can't just accept the idea of losing you too. [It feels a little less dangerous, to shed a single tear like this. To sniffle wetly. Wolfwood can't see him, can't prove that he's actually broken down.] I want to make it work, but if you do - you have to promise me somethin'.
Don't get yourself hurt because of me. Don't - let me lose you. Someone as - as precious as you shouldn't lay down your life for a guy like me.
[His hand lifts, scrubbing furiously at his face. He knows Wolfwood will see this for what it is. It makes him feel all the more guilty.]
'm sorry. It isn't about me. Shouldn't - make it about me.
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His knee begins to bob up and down. There's more to what Wolfwood said that hasn't sat well with him. He can already feel it eating through his resolve, even as he tries to keep it tamped down. There's more that he has to focus on, he can't come back to his own doubts.
An empty promise is a lie. Those were Wolfwood's own words, weren't they? So how did he come back from that?]
I wish I could say "you can trust me." Like that would make it all better. [Wolfwood wasn't a kid though, and he certainly wouldn't take Vash at his word.] I want to try, but -
[The nervous energy finally gets the better of him. He stands up, making his way across the small living area and into the bedroom proper. He doesn't dare sit beside Wolfwood, or anywhere near on his level. Instead, he sinks to his knees. From there, he stares up at the other man. There's a level of desperation in his words, a panic that's been building since the moment Wolfwood had said he was willing to accept that end.]
You can't say that to me. You can't say you're willing to let me be the death of you, Nick. You're too good, y'know that. I know you don't believe it and I - I don't know how to get you to see that. [His head bows, angling just enough to brush over Wolfwood's knee. It's too much to ask for, too intimate, but he does it all the same.]
I lost my mother. I - don't know if I can bring my brother back. I can't just accept the idea of losing you too. [It feels a little less dangerous, to shed a single tear like this. To sniffle wetly. Wolfwood can't see him, can't prove that he's actually broken down.] I want to make it work, but if you do - you have to promise me somethin'.
Don't get yourself hurt because of me. Don't - let me lose you. Someone as - as precious as you shouldn't lay down your life for a guy like me.
[His hand lifts, scrubbing furiously at his face. He knows Wolfwood will see this for what it is. It makes him feel all the more guilty.]
'm sorry. It isn't about me. Shouldn't - make it about me.