[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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....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.]