[Vash is right about one thing. Wolfwood probably wouldn't be giving up on him if he were petting his hair like he's doing right now. It's reminiscent of that night, when things got a bit too heated between them and started this whole spiral in the first place. There is still a good chance that something else is going to go wrong and start this all over again. Wolfwood isn't so naive as to think it can't.
Vash would do well to recall the words of a certain Vouivre, who told him We are inherently selfish beings. He didn't just mean humans, but all creatures with a soul. Vash is no different, inclined to be selfish whether it's a conscious choice or not. And though Wolfwood may struggle just as much if not moreso with social graces as Vash, he at least understands that a lot of what Vash says or does isn't intentionally hurtful. It's frustrating, yes. It does hurt, yes. But he's pretty sure Vash would sooner commit seppuku than hurt somebody on purpose.
Right. Okay. They're trying. They are trying, god damn it, but astonishingly they have not even gotten to the hardest part yet. It's what's causing a bubble of anxiety to form in the pit of Wolfwood's stomach as he cards his fingers through Vash's hair again, brows knitted together.]
If you fuck up, you fuck up. [He says, as if it's really that simple.] As long as you own up to it. But it's okay to put yourself first sometimes. I know I sure as hell have.
[There's no black or white, all or nothing. You have to strike a balance.
That said, though. He feels the other shoe starting to shift ever towards the precipice, which means it's time to stop tiptoeing around. They keep saying If this is going to work, after all.]
If we're gonna try...then we've got more we need to talk about.
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Vash would do well to recall the words of a certain Vouivre, who told him We are inherently selfish beings. He didn't just mean humans, but all creatures with a soul. Vash is no different, inclined to be selfish whether it's a conscious choice or not. And though Wolfwood may struggle just as much if not moreso with social graces as Vash, he at least understands that a lot of what Vash says or does isn't intentionally hurtful. It's frustrating, yes. It does hurt, yes. But he's pretty sure Vash would sooner commit seppuku than hurt somebody on purpose.
Right. Okay. They're trying. They are trying, god damn it, but astonishingly they have not even gotten to the hardest part yet. It's what's causing a bubble of anxiety to form in the pit of Wolfwood's stomach as he cards his fingers through Vash's hair again, brows knitted together.]
If you fuck up, you fuck up. [He says, as if it's really that simple.] As long as you own up to it. But it's okay to put yourself first sometimes. I know I sure as hell have.
[There's no black or white, all or nothing. You have to strike a balance.
That said, though. He feels the other shoe starting to shift ever towards the precipice, which means it's time to stop tiptoeing around. They keep saying If this is going to work, after all.]
If we're gonna try...then we've got more we need to talk about.
[...]
C'mere.