[For just a brief moment, Vash's heart swoops. He stares up at Wolfwood, beaming at him like he hung the stars. His grin is wild, joyful even. For just a scant second, all of the worries gnawing at the back of his mind disappear -
- and then comes crashing back in once more. He winces as he processes the double edge of those words. He knows he doesn't have the best track record, and maybe the reminder smarts just a little. It isn't like he doesn't deserve it.
He raises himself up, even before Wolfwood pulls him up. Right now, he doesn't care about dancing. He pulls Wolfwood in, buries his face in his hair, and just lingers there.]
I'll do my best.
[Because he knows he can't make that promise, especially not to Wolfwood. He doesn't trust himself enough for all of that. But he can at least try, right?]
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- and then comes crashing back in once more. He winces as he processes the double edge of those words. He knows he doesn't have the best track record, and maybe the reminder smarts just a little. It isn't like he doesn't deserve it.
He raises himself up, even before Wolfwood pulls him up. Right now, he doesn't care about dancing. He pulls Wolfwood in, buries his face in his hair, and just lingers there.]
I'll do my best.
[Because he knows he can't make that promise, especially not to Wolfwood. He doesn't trust himself enough for all of that. But he can at least try, right?]