[Thankfully, the bulk of the work has been done by now. Livio hadn't been wrong that the cuts and gouges on his body were in dire need of cleaning. At this point, though, the wounds had been washed and thoroughly cleaned, and bandages carefully applied. Between the necessary wrapping of his wounds, he looks like he's made of cloth rather than skin. What little does poke through is still plenty marred by his other, earlier scars.
But the curtain is pulled back, and there's plenty of privacy to be had. Not that Vash is eager for what conversations would crop up. They were both right, that Vash had begun to twist himself up. He can't imagine what other reason the two of them would have for lingering outside, beyond simply not wanting to see him.
Once again, the thought occurs to him. That he should have stayed gone. That he should have wound up dead. Wolfwood had enough on his place. He didn't need an absentee partner when he had a perfectly reliable and kind man to stand beside him.
He looks up only for a second, studying one man then the other. He can't linger on Wolfwood for long, and Livio doesn't fare much better. He feels the weight of what he'd done to them heavy on his shoulders, and it forces his gaze to turn downward once again. The strange discoloration of his eyes is all the more evident in the fluorescence of the clinic.]
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But the curtain is pulled back, and there's plenty of privacy to be had. Not that Vash is eager for what conversations would crop up. They were both right, that Vash had begun to twist himself up. He can't imagine what other reason the two of them would have for lingering outside, beyond simply not wanting to see him.
Once again, the thought occurs to him. That he should have stayed gone. That he should have wound up dead. Wolfwood had enough on his place. He didn't need an absentee partner when he had a perfectly reliable and kind man to stand beside him.
He looks up only for a second, studying one man then the other. He can't linger on Wolfwood for long, and Livio doesn't fare much better. He feels the weight of what he'd done to them heavy on his shoulders, and it forces his gaze to turn downward once again. The strange discoloration of his eyes is all the more evident in the fluorescence of the clinic.]