[ wolfwood says quietly, turning so that vash can see the bunny plushie sitting in his palm. he holds it out to him, taking care to keep it steady so it doesn't fall off.
even if vash is keeping a strong front, he knows how brittle he must be feeling; he understands vash like no one else, and he feels awful, absolutely, absolutely awful about the entire thing, making things difficult for vash when he didn't have to, the childish, petty spite. it's the ugliest side of him, and it's a wonder that vash didn't actually punch him for real.
he hands the plushie to him while meryl very conveniently and sneakily wanders out of earshot, giving them whatever privacy they need; whatever privacy is worth here. he's still reeling from it, from how vash so obviously cherishes the toy. how he'd dug his heels in and didn't let go. ]
At that funfair. Felt like a lifetime ago. I didn't know you still held on to it.
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[ wolfwood says quietly, turning so that vash can see the bunny plushie sitting in his palm. he holds it out to him, taking care to keep it steady so it doesn't fall off.
even if vash is keeping a strong front, he knows how brittle he must be feeling; he understands vash like no one else, and he feels awful, absolutely, absolutely awful about the entire thing, making things difficult for vash when he didn't have to, the childish, petty spite. it's the ugliest side of him, and it's a wonder that vash didn't actually punch him for real.
he hands the plushie to him while meryl very conveniently and sneakily wanders out of earshot, giving them whatever privacy they need; whatever privacy is worth here. he's still reeling from it, from how vash so obviously cherishes the toy. how he'd dug his heels in and didn't let go. ]
At that funfair. Felt like a lifetime ago. I didn't know you still held on to it.