[ wolfwood watches vash treat this toy like it's everything, the relief and joy he feels from him almost a palpable thing, and it surprises him -- no one's ever really treated what he gives them as something precious; then again, wolfwood's never really done a lot of gifting, having little to nothing himself.
but this, this is special. his eyes are fixed on vash and his defensiveness, gripping the bunny like it's his lifeline, and his heart aches for him. he knows that vash has had a very rough life; he'd spent months worshipping those very same scars, loving him, but then there are reminders like these that show how horrible vash's life really is, how he is so rarely, rarely gifted anything without strings.
and wolfwood feels even more awful for forgetting. meryl, in the meantime, has slipped out to the van, and wolfwood can't help the guilt. he doesn't take the bunny away, but he simply nods, pensive, taking in his words. ]
...C'mon. Let's go.
[ he has a lot of making up to do, a lot to understand about vash, but not here -- the faster they're on their own in private, the better. ]
We can still make it to the next town by nightfall.
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but this, this is special. his eyes are fixed on vash and his defensiveness, gripping the bunny like it's his lifeline, and his heart aches for him. he knows that vash has had a very rough life; he'd spent months worshipping those very same scars, loving him, but then there are reminders like these that show how horrible vash's life really is, how he is so rarely, rarely gifted anything without strings.
and wolfwood feels even more awful for forgetting. meryl, in the meantime, has slipped out to the van, and wolfwood can't help the guilt. he doesn't take the bunny away, but he simply nods, pensive, taking in his words. ]
...C'mon. Let's go.
[ he has a lot of making up to do, a lot to understand about vash, but not here -- the faster they're on their own in private, the better. ]
We can still make it to the next town by nightfall.