[ vash's expression goes complicated when wolfwood admits that, soft and open and sad. wolfwood's such a good person thrust into a role that made him hard, surrounded by walls to protect his heart. no wonder why he didn't remember giving it to vash.

vash leans in, pressing his lips to wolfwood's in a quick, hard kiss. ] Everything you give me has value. Everything. [ he cherishes wolfwood so much, and it means so much to him that wolfwood is there. that wolfwood wants him in return. ]

I don't have much, especially not gifts from people. So something like this, a gift from you.... [ how can he explain what it makes him feel? even when he'd thought it something small, almost a throwaway gift, it had meant so much to him. ]

I'll always treasure it. [ He wavers for a second, voice catching, but ventures on: ] And you. [ I'll always treasure you, he means, and he hopes that comes through. ]