[God, Vash wishes Ain could get in his lap right now, or hold his hand, or any of those things. As it stands, he has to suffice with staring at his fingers, looking at the way they twitch every so often on his right, yet his left remains dormant and unresponsive. Vash does wish it were easier for him to look past (ha) the past, but that's what trauma does to you. And up to this point, he's never really had anyone he can come clean to about these things. Wolfwood...was far more emotionally stunted and difficult to get along with, but for different reasons. Reasons that he couldn't possibly get into right now.
But the offer to talk, even not any time soon...it's appreciated. He glances up at Ain finally, some of that tension leaving his shoulders.]
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But the offer to talk, even not any time soon...it's appreciated. He glances up at Ain finally, some of that tension leaving his shoulders.]
You always know the right thing to say, you know?
[This is a BLATANT lie Vash but okay go off]