[ His voice is soft as he says it, his smile gentle. He owes Vash a lot, he really helped him back when he thought Clotted Cream lost for good. His simple presence, his understanding. The distraction he so sorely needed.
Plus, he simply likes the man, and doesn't like to see him injured in any way. Not while he can help it.
The gloves going onto the hands makes him pleased, good, protect the healing skin, though he eyes the paper towels being tossed. That is a lot of blood... ]
Hm, many hands make light work! Please, allow me to assist?
[ There is some amusement in his voice, and his expression is crinkling up with it. It's a butting of heads in the most gentle way. The desire to help, faced with the desire to not burden another. ]
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[ His voice is soft as he says it, his smile gentle. He owes Vash a lot, he really helped him back when he thought Clotted Cream lost for good. His simple presence, his understanding. The distraction he so sorely needed.
Plus, he simply likes the man, and doesn't like to see him injured in any way. Not while he can help it.
The gloves going onto the hands makes him pleased, good, protect the healing skin, though he eyes the paper towels being tossed. That is a lot of blood... ]
Hm, many hands make light work! Please, allow me to assist?
[ There is some amusement in his voice, and his expression is crinkling up with it. It's a butting of heads in the most gentle way. The desire to help, faced with the desire to not burden another. ]