[ Vash's cheekbones get gentle little swipes of his thumbs across them to that watery eyed look, even as it's blinked away, and his expression softens. Yeah, he understands. Vash doesn't need to say anything. That look is enough.
He's seen it before in the mirror.
He debates a moment to himself then announces:]
For making me worry, I demand payment in another hug.
[ Then before Vash can fully protest or even really probably think about it, Pure Vanilla pulls him in again. There's room to pull away, as always with his hugs, but he pours as much as he can into it. I understand. I've walked that road. I am here. And Vash can pretend Pure Vanilla is being selfish and taking a hug, and in a way he is. Because, honestly, Sesa introduced him to the healing power of hugs way back when he first arrived and now Pure Vanilla is a slut for giving them out. ]
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He's seen it before in the mirror.
He debates a moment to himself then announces:]
For making me worry, I demand payment in another hug.
[ Then before Vash can fully protest or even really probably think about it, Pure Vanilla pulls him in again. There's room to pull away, as always with his hugs, but he pours as much as he can into it. I understand. I've walked that road. I am here. And Vash can pretend Pure Vanilla is being selfish and taking a hug, and in a way he is. Because, honestly, Sesa introduced him to the healing power of hugs way back when he first arrived and now Pure Vanilla is a slut for giving them out. ]