[Wolfwood interjects, his gaze still focused on Vash. There's a reason he's been so still, simply accepting the gestures and watching without reciprocating, and it isn't out of coldness, no matter how it may seem. He needed to give Vash the time to speak his piece. Livio time to, as well. He cannot claim to know exactly the status of Livio and Vash's relationship, but as far as Wolfwood himself is concerned, they're a trio in his heart. And to hear that Livio harbors no ill will speaks volumes.
Not that he ever assumed such, of course. It's clear that Livio, for all of his time in the Grove, has been a lot better at managing his anger than Wolfwood has. It...says a lot, considering.
He exhales heavily, having seen the way Vash let go of his hand to draw back into himself. So, instead of reaching for it again, Wolfwood will push his chair a fraction closer until the arms touch the mattress, close enough that he can reach out and rest his palm- rough and calloused- against the side of Vash's face. Fingertips ghosting over patched up cuts and scrapes, both old and new. Looking at his eyes more than anything, clocking the way they aren't right.
Wolfwood brushes his thumb over Vash's cheek, as if contemplating.]
You're an idiot. And I'm still mad at you. [...] But you're an even bigger idiot if you think I'm gonna leave when we just got you back.
[Then, his hand moves, shifting around to more along the back of Vash's head, the edge of his thumb skating over his sideburns.]
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[Wolfwood interjects, his gaze still focused on Vash. There's a reason he's been so still, simply accepting the gestures and watching without reciprocating, and it isn't out of coldness, no matter how it may seem. He needed to give Vash the time to speak his piece. Livio time to, as well. He cannot claim to know exactly the status of Livio and Vash's relationship, but as far as Wolfwood himself is concerned, they're a trio in his heart. And to hear that Livio harbors no ill will speaks volumes.
Not that he ever assumed such, of course. It's clear that Livio, for all of his time in the Grove, has been a lot better at managing his anger than Wolfwood has. It...says a lot, considering.
He exhales heavily, having seen the way Vash let go of his hand to draw back into himself. So, instead of reaching for it again, Wolfwood will push his chair a fraction closer until the arms touch the mattress, close enough that he can reach out and rest his palm- rough and calloused- against the side of Vash's face. Fingertips ghosting over patched up cuts and scrapes, both old and new. Looking at his eyes more than anything, clocking the way they aren't right.
Wolfwood brushes his thumb over Vash's cheek, as if contemplating.]
You're an idiot. And I'm still mad at you. [...] But you're an even bigger idiot if you think I'm gonna leave when we just got you back.
[Then, his hand moves, shifting around to more along the back of Vash's head, the edge of his thumb skating over his sideburns.]
...I missed you. Alright?