[Wolfwood waits. He waits to see what Vash might say...what he might do. If he might choose to meet his gaze, or continue to look away, resolute. In the end, blue meets brown, and he feels his heart skip a beat where it's lodged itself in his throat at the way Vash looks at him, forlorn. Very much like a kicked puppy, very...Vash.
Despite everything.
When he sinks forward and lays his forehead against his shoulder, Wolfwood doesn't move. He stays very still, his eyes drifting half closed. He was going to interject if that apology didn't go to Livio as well, so it isn't until Vash thinks to address the other man that Wolfwood's raising hackles lower again.]
...yeah. You shouldn't've. And I think you owe Liv more of an apology than me.
[He says that quietly, just as Vash reaches for his hand to take.
He was almost beginning to worry he wouldn't. He chooses to not address the last thing Vash says, at least not yet. None of them can deny it: Wolfwood's actions set this domino affect into action. That's all there is to it.]
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Despite everything.
When he sinks forward and lays his forehead against his shoulder, Wolfwood doesn't move. He stays very still, his eyes drifting half closed. He was going to interject if that apology didn't go to Livio as well, so it isn't until Vash thinks to address the other man that Wolfwood's raising hackles lower again.]
...yeah. You shouldn't've. And I think you owe Liv more of an apology than me.
[He says that quietly, just as Vash reaches for his hand to take.
He was almost beginning to worry he wouldn't. He chooses to not address the last thing Vash says, at least not yet. None of them can deny it: Wolfwood's actions set this domino affect into action. That's all there is to it.]