[ Hey........ I'm allowed to ask why Wolfwood is staring back. Usually, Vash would kick up a fuss that's slightly huffy, maybe tossing in a "I'm not worried about that" and "it's not like I need you around all the time."
But he goes quiet. So much has happened within the past... He isn't even sure how long it has been, but the series of events have left him more emotionally harrowed than he thought it did. Traveling alone, getting used to the solitude, remembering why he was leading that life... Hanging onto the past, memories to comfort him.
[ Stop staring back weirdo. Well, Wolfwood doesn't get to decide that because Vash does close his eyes, relief washing over him. ]
I'll talk to the innkeeper first thing in the morning before I leave... [ His hand reaches over. Not to pull Wolfwood close, instead to loosely hold his hand. ] Goodnight, Nicholas.
He allows the hand to be taken, though with his free one, he'll trace it over and through the hair on the back of Vash's head before drawing him closer -- right into the crook of his shoulder. No point in being so generously respectful of spaces anyway. They may as well. ]
Wake me up tomorrow if I'm passed out like a pile of rocks.
[ Murmured low before he also closes his eyes, inviting sleep in. ]
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But he goes quiet. So much has happened within the past... He isn't even sure how long it has been, but the series of events have left him more emotionally harrowed than he thought it did. Traveling alone, getting used to the solitude, remembering why he was leading that life... Hanging onto the past, memories to comfort him.
He masks it with a smile. ]
Is that a promise?
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Yeah.
[ It is. ]
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I'll talk to the innkeeper first thing in the morning before I leave... [ His hand reaches over. Not to pull Wolfwood close, instead to loosely hold his hand. ] Goodnight, Nicholas.
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He allows the hand to be taken, though with his free one, he'll trace it over and through the hair on the back of Vash's head before drawing him closer -- right into the crook of his shoulder. No point in being so generously respectful of spaces anyway. They may as well. ]
Wake me up tomorrow if I'm passed out like a pile of rocks.
[ Murmured low before he also closes his eyes, inviting sleep in. ]