[It's so inexcusably late that their apartment is still pitch black despite all their windows being without blinds and most of them cracked open to let a breeze through.
He pulls open Wolfwood's door silently, his bare feet tracking over the hardwood floor without a sound as he does so. He makes a great effort to close the door again without letting the lock click, holding the knob in such a way that it closes silently. He releases the knob afterward and heads across the little room to the side of Wolfwood's bed.
He can't really tell if Wolfwood is still asleep by the time he gets there, but it LOOKS like his breathing is even and steady. Lifting one knee up he puts his weight on the mattress, his glassmetal hand pulling the blankets back as he crawls up, doing his best to be slow and avoid disturbing his friend's(?) sleep. It's a tight fit, but Vash curls himself against Wolfwood's back, one arm hesitating to wrap over him. Ultimately though, he keeps his hand to himself and just rests his forehead against the back of Wolfwood's neck, his arms tucked between them.
He lies there quietly, focusing on Wolfwood's breathing and the quiet of the evening, pointedly ignoring the loud rumbling in the back of his head that has him awake at this hour to begin with.]
( at first, vash is safe. wolfwood actually is asleep when vash enters the room; he doesn't hear the door, doesn't hear the soft footfalls on the floor, doesn't even hear the soft crushing of the mattress beneath vash's knee. but, he does stir when the blankets are peeled back, the cool night air on his bare legs jolts something in his mind. he's completely awake by the time vash settles against his back, but forces his breathing to remain even.
sure, it had startled him initially. he hadn't known it was vash at first and thought maybe some weirdo was coming to try and kill him in his sleep. for all he knows vash might attempt it one day, but today doesn't seem to be that particular one.
he waits until vash is settled, waits even a little more beyond that; make sure vash is good and comfortable and unsuspecting before making it known he's been caught. it's a bit uncomfortable with vash's arms tucked in against his back like that and wolfwood has no idea what the hell he's even doing that for, it can't be comfortable.
without thinking too deeply on anything, wolfwood blindly reaches behind himself and grabs vash's arm. he tugs that arm across, leaves it there so it's draped over his side before tucking his own back agaist himself. he inhales a sleepy breath through his nose, exhales. when he speaks, his voice is thick with sleep, the words slurred slightly because it's too much energy to open his mouth fully, )
S'uncomfortable. Haven't you ever shared a bed before?
[Hasn't he ever shared a bed before? Vash exhales a breath instead of answering, his thoughts drifting back to a time so long ago it's light years away. The memory makes his lips turn down in a frown and eventually he shakes his head, the motion burrowed against the back of Wolfwood's neck. It's a lie, but this is different than children sleeping in the same bed together, somehow.
Wolfwood's not wrong either, it's more comfortable like this, and gives Vash the opportunity to press closer into the established warmth of Wolfwood and the blankets that rest over the both of them.
He keeps his arm absolutely frozen still for a moment, his fingers curling inward. They catch the hem of Wolfwood's t-shirt, lightly tangling in it as he finally shifts his arm to settle more comfortably. He's almost eerily quiet, his breaths measured and careful as he keeps his eyes shut.]
Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. [his voice is whisper quiet, but clear from any indication that he'd been asleep any time recently.] Goodnight, Wolfwood.
( sure, it's much different than children sharing a bed together. the only time wolfwood has ever done anything, at all, like this was — what seems like ages ago — with livio. and he definitely didn't have these kinds of mixed up feelings for him. so, yeah, it's different. but, also kind of not. they're just sleeping, it's innocent. they're just seeking warmth and comfort. or something embarrassing like that.
because when vash stops being so tense and relaxes against him again, wolfwood thinks that it feels kind of nice — and that's embarrassing as fuck.
his eyes remain closed, he shifts only slightly to get more comfortable while they're pressed together, and wonders if he should say anything or just leave it. pointing it out will probably make vash withdraw, but sometimes he feels like he needs to actually press him to talk about things. maybe in the comfort of the dark, vash can find some solace there to speak candidly. )
[It's frustrating sometimes, how easy it seems to be for Wolfwood to read him, even when Vash thinks he's not giving anything away. He's not really sure if he likes it or not. Sometimes it's unnerving, uncomfortably ripping away the walls he's been so careful to put up, setting up a demarcation line to separate himself from everything else. If possible, Vash draws closer, making himself a little smaller, removing any question of space between his chest and Wolfwood's back.]
....yeah. Don't really remember much. [A gentle lie. Thinking about it threatens to make his stomach sour again, he'd rather now.]
( well, to be fair... there's probably no other reason that vash would crawl into his bed like this in the middle of the night. things may be developing slowly between them, but wolfwood is positive that even if vash was feeling particularly amorous, he wouldn't do something like this right now. so, it has to be something innocent.
wolfwood isn't annoyed by that, particularly. how can he be? vash is actually showing him trust, he can't turn that down. it'll set them back completely. and, for as much effort as he's already put in, he doesn't want to mess that up.
so, he lets that slide for now, knowing vash just doesn't want to talk about it. that's fine, probably for the best, anyway. wolfwood finds vash's hand and pulls it, using that leverage to tuck vash's arm around him so it's just not hanging there limply. he doesn't hold his hand or anything — he might be getting used to it since vash just does it whenever he feels wolfwood might need it so he doesn't turn to stone, but it still makes him feel really awkward — but just encourages vash to hold on to him. )
[Oh. That's— Vash pulls in with his arm, holding on more securely than he had before. It feels... grounding? In a way? He breathes in deep, willing his muscles to relax for a minute before he laughs. It's a quiet, fragile little sound but there's a warmth in it that makes it seem a little more tangible.]
For waking you up. [He shifts a little, so sink further into the bed, like he's trying to melt against Wolfwood. When he speaks next it sounds a little like the laugh did— quieter, muttered.] You're warm.
( there's something about being curled up in bed like this that is some kind of callback to when they shared a bath recently. it's warm and cozy and comforting in that nebulous sort of way that he can't put his finger on and doesn't really want to. it's just... nice. there's an intimacy here that isn't sexual and wolfwood is rapidly realizing how much he likes that kind of thing.
anyway.
don't look at him.
he hums in acknowledgment and just kind of leaves it at that for a few moments. what's he supposed to say to that? is he supposed to say anything? what the hell does he know? )
[He didn't HAVE to say anything, but the response gets a quiet laugh from Vash, lost in the back of Wolfwood's neck where he still has his face buried. He doesn't say anything back, but his arm tightens around Wolfwood just a little, just a bit. Almost like it's meant to be a hug on top of the embrace they're already sharing.
Vash wasn't sure of his decision to come bug Wolfwood tonight, but as he lays here in the comfortable spread of warmth and silence he decides he chose right.]
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He pulls open Wolfwood's door silently, his bare feet tracking over the hardwood floor without a sound as he does so. He makes a great effort to close the door again without letting the lock click, holding the knob in such a way that it closes silently. He releases the knob afterward and heads across the little room to the side of Wolfwood's bed.
He can't really tell if Wolfwood is still asleep by the time he gets there, but it LOOKS like his breathing is even and steady. Lifting one knee up he puts his weight on the mattress, his glassmetal hand pulling the blankets back as he crawls up, doing his best to be slow and avoid disturbing his friend's(?) sleep. It's a tight fit, but Vash curls himself against Wolfwood's back, one arm hesitating to wrap over him. Ultimately though, he keeps his hand to himself and just rests his forehead against the back of Wolfwood's neck, his arms tucked between them.
He lies there quietly, focusing on Wolfwood's breathing and the quiet of the evening, pointedly ignoring the loud rumbling in the back of his head that has him awake at this hour to begin with.]
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sure, it had startled him initially. he hadn't known it was vash at first and thought maybe some weirdo was coming to try and kill him in his sleep. for all he knows vash might attempt it one day, but today doesn't seem to be that particular one.
he waits until vash is settled, waits even a little more beyond that; make sure vash is good and comfortable and unsuspecting before making it known he's been caught. it's a bit uncomfortable with vash's arms tucked in against his back like that and wolfwood has no idea what the hell he's even doing that for, it can't be comfortable.
without thinking too deeply on anything, wolfwood blindly reaches behind himself and grabs vash's arm. he tugs that arm across, leaves it there so it's draped over his side before tucking his own back agaist himself. he inhales a sleepy breath through his nose, exhales. when he speaks, his voice is thick with sleep, the words slurred slightly because it's too much energy to open his mouth fully, )
S'uncomfortable. Haven't you ever shared a bed before?
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Wolfwood's not wrong either, it's more comfortable like this, and gives Vash the opportunity to press closer into the established warmth of Wolfwood and the blankets that rest over the both of them.
He keeps his arm absolutely frozen still for a moment, his fingers curling inward. They catch the hem of Wolfwood's t-shirt, lightly tangling in it as he finally shifts his arm to settle more comfortably. He's almost eerily quiet, his breaths measured and careful as he keeps his eyes shut.]
Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. [his voice is whisper quiet, but clear from any indication that he'd been asleep any time recently.] Goodnight, Wolfwood.
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because when vash stops being so tense and relaxes against him again, wolfwood thinks that it feels kind of nice — and that's embarrassing as fuck.
his eyes remain closed, he shifts only slightly to get more comfortable while they're pressed together, and wonders if he should say anything or just leave it. pointing it out will probably make vash withdraw, but sometimes he feels like he needs to actually press him to talk about things. maybe in the comfort of the dark, vash can find some solace there to speak candidly. )
Did you have a bad dream?
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....yeah. Don't really remember much. [A gentle lie. Thinking about it threatens to make his stomach sour again, he'd rather now.]
I'll owe you one, okay?
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wolfwood isn't annoyed by that, particularly. how can he be? vash is actually showing him trust, he can't turn that down. it'll set them back completely. and, for as much effort as he's already put in, he doesn't want to mess that up.
so, he lets that slide for now, knowing vash just doesn't want to talk about it. that's fine, probably for the best, anyway. wolfwood finds vash's hand and pulls it, using that leverage to tuck vash's arm around him so it's just not hanging there limply. he doesn't hold his hand or anything — he might be getting used to it since vash just does it whenever he feels wolfwood might need it so he doesn't turn to stone, but it still makes him feel really awkward — but just encourages vash to hold on to him. )
Owe me one for what? Don't be stupid.
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For waking you up. [He shifts a little, so sink further into the bed, like he's trying to melt against Wolfwood. When he speaks next it sounds a little like the laugh did— quieter, muttered.] You're warm.
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anyway.
don't look at him.
he hums in acknowledgment and just kind of leaves it at that for a few moments. what's he supposed to say to that? is he supposed to say anything? what the hell does he know? )
So are you.
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Vash wasn't sure of his decision to come bug Wolfwood tonight, but as he lays here in the comfortable spread of warmth and silence he decides he chose right.]