[Haha, little does Ain know...that Vash keeps having moments like that as well. Ever since last night, the way Ain would just...so casually reach out for him, to hug him or kiss him, it's just...

Addicting? Is that the right word? He feels like it must be, like how someone can get addicted to smoking after just once trying it. And it's not like he and Ain weren't close before, since Ain is a bird who is very needy...but it was never quite like then. There's a shift that's occurred, however subtle, and both of them are feeling it even if they haven't tried putting it into words.

While Ain stands there twirling his braid, Vash lifts his prosthetic to sort of idly tug at one of the edges of his jacket, letting out a breathy laugh.]

Of course! I'm just saying, you know...

[Ah. No, not again. That feeling in his chest is back, that burning...he shakes his head a little, clearing his throat.]

Should we, um...go get our clothes? We should bring them back to be washed before it gets dark.