[ it's not in the least bit stupid -- it's wolfwood that feels stupid, like the world's biggest asshole when he'd forgotten something like this. it moves him, too, to know that vash cherishes something so much, holds it so close to his heart.
wolfwood turns away from that fake smile, assuming that vash is still angry with him, and he ought to be. how many nights have they spent together, how often have they fucked slowly, sweetly, and still wolfwood didn't remember the gift he'd given him.
so when they finally reach the hotel, wolfwood nods at his smile, but lingers outside to light a cigarette and take time for himself. he gives vash ten, fifteen minutes before he lets himself into the room that they'll be sharing together. it's small but decent, quite clean and nice, all things considered. he'd spent the last quarter of an hour or so forming a proper apology and had run through so many options, and now, he finally settles on something simple. ]
'm sorry, Vash. Shouldn't have gone at you like that. And shouldn't have forgotten.
[ simple. clean. no excuses. wolfwood doesn't do excuses. ]
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wolfwood turns away from that fake smile, assuming that vash is still angry with him, and he ought to be. how many nights have they spent together, how often have they fucked slowly, sweetly, and still wolfwood didn't remember the gift he'd given him.
so when they finally reach the hotel, wolfwood nods at his smile, but lingers outside to light a cigarette and take time for himself. he gives vash ten, fifteen minutes before he lets himself into the room that they'll be sharing together. it's small but decent, quite clean and nice, all things considered. he'd spent the last quarter of an hour or so forming a proper apology and had run through so many options, and now, he finally settles on something simple. ]
'm sorry, Vash. Shouldn't have gone at you like that. And shouldn't have forgotten.
[ simple. clean. no excuses. wolfwood doesn't do excuses. ]