[Vash had been obvious in everything but words. The signs were all there, from his actions to his mannerisms to the way he carried himself around Wolfwood like a lovesick puppy. Thing is, though...Wolfwood has never dealt with true affection to this degree from someone else, and to not have it spelled out for him in writing is leaving him to read between the lines, something he absolutely does not trust himself to be able to do. That's half of why this fight between them had gotten so ugly. Wolfwood couldn't figure out how to interpret the way Vash was treating him after they'd kissed, like he'd wanted this, but didn't?
It's why he needed to ask. He needed to know. Assuming things was starting to get the better of him, clearly, if the way he looks like he's ready to burst into flames on the spot is any indication.
And then...and then Vash is kissing him, pressing his lips to his forehead and honest to god he feels like he's dying. Something hot bubbles up in his chest and settles there firmly behind his heart, festering and burning until it feels like it might just climb its way right out of him. His breath shudders its way out of him, until it all becomes too much. He has to do something more than just sit there, which is why he reaches with his free hand for Vash again, this time coming up to grip the back of his head, his fingers tangling with blonde locks.]
You are! [His breath hitches, his voice rising.] You are a dumbass! You are...
[Then, he tries to pull Vash closer to him, not really sure anymore if he wants to hug him, or if he just wants to close, or if he should try kissing him, or...
God. God, he doesn't know. He just knows he wants to stay here, and he doesn't want Vash to leave.]
I...I like you too. [He finally manages, his voice a breathy whisper because he's worked himself up that much over how filled to the brim with indignation he seems to be over this.] I want...to be with you too. That's why I...it hurt, when you told me I didn't know what I was thinking, I knew I liked you- and- you- you better fucking not make me regret it, Vash the Stampede. You hear me?!
[He's gripping him even harder, now, the next in hale he takes so sharp and loud that it's definitely hinging on the edge of actual crying.]
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It's why he needed to ask. He needed to know. Assuming things was starting to get the better of him, clearly, if the way he looks like he's ready to burst into flames on the spot is any indication.
And then...and then Vash is kissing him, pressing his lips to his forehead and honest to god he feels like he's dying. Something hot bubbles up in his chest and settles there firmly behind his heart, festering and burning until it feels like it might just climb its way right out of him. His breath shudders its way out of him, until it all becomes too much. He has to do something more than just sit there, which is why he reaches with his free hand for Vash again, this time coming up to grip the back of his head, his fingers tangling with blonde locks.]
You are! [His breath hitches, his voice rising.] You are a dumbass! You are...
[Then, he tries to pull Vash closer to him, not really sure anymore if he wants to hug him, or if he just wants to close, or if he should try kissing him, or...
God. God, he doesn't know. He just knows he wants to stay here, and he doesn't want Vash to leave.]
I...I like you too. [He finally manages, his voice a breathy whisper because he's worked himself up that much over how filled to the brim with indignation he seems to be over this.] I want...to be with you too. That's why I...it hurt, when you told me I didn't know what I was thinking, I knew I liked you- and- you- you better fucking not make me regret it, Vash the Stampede. You hear me?!
[He's gripping him even harder, now, the next in hale he takes so sharp and loud that it's definitely hinging on the edge of actual crying.]
Don't play with me, I'll fucking kill you.