[ wolfwood grimaces. vash, so beautiful, so open and so soft and vulnerable, forgives too easily, loves too deeply, and even if it's him, wolfwood doesn't want vash to discount his feelings like that. it shouldn't be okay. it shouldn't be, not when he's seen how willingly vash will throw down for it. the plushie in his hand looks so treasured and precious, and he comes to grip vash by the back of his neck, cradling him there. ]

Vash. Expect better from people. From me.

[ he tells him gruffly. he's never thought his gifts would be so precious to someone, and as he presses his forehead to his, he sighs. ] I should've remembered. I'm not used to anyone thinking that anything I give them has value.

[ he deserves an explanation. he deserves more than what wolfwood can give him. ]