[Vash nods, knowing he's doing himself a disservice by thinking too hard. This is their last evening here, they just got to play in the snow a bunch AND made a snowman, he shouldn't mope around and ruin that. So, after holding onto Ain for a few more seconds like a petulant child with a beloved toy, Vash reluctantly lets him go so they both can rise to their feet in the snow.
...what Vash will do however, with no restraint or questions asked, is reach out to take Ain's hand to hold with his flesh-and-blood hand.]
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...what Vash will do however, with no restraint or questions asked, is reach out to take Ain's hand to hold with his flesh-and-blood hand.]
They might have more hot chocolate in the lobby.