[At this point, Wolfwood could take Vash by the neck, wring it out and throw him in the snow and he'd simply say thank you. He's doing his best to feel without hesitation. It won't be a perfect process, he knows he'll slip up and they'll both wind up bruised, but he won't break things like he had before.

He owes Wolfwood that much.]

I know, I know. [And there he is with that lovesick smile. His eyes are hooded, staring up at Nick's fury like it's somehow managed to put the very stars into the sky. That expression does diminish, just slightly, when their conversation drifts to the more serious -- namely Vash's own mistakes. Still, the longing in his voice is still obvious.]

I shouldn't have phrased it like that. Or done it at all, really. [He looks up at Wolfwood through his lashes.] It's one thing to - be afraid. Shouldn't have made you doubt your own feelings.

[With both hands now free, though, Vash can lift his own to cradle Wolfwood's face. Each caress is tender, like handling a fragile piece of glass. It's what he deserves, after a life of being treated with such brutality.]

I can't promise I'll be perfect. That I'm not gonna hurt you. But I won't make you doubt yourself. Not like that. Not again.

'n' I'll keep doin' my best to be better and better.

[He doesn't know if it's too soon. If he's misreading the signs. But maybe he doesn't care. It's only been days, and the indulgence brief, but he's missed kissing Wolfwood. So he does. He leans forward, brushing their lips together tentatively, gauging if his partner will rise up to the offer in kind.]