[There's a lot riding on this, more than a simple confession of love. Relationships between pets and humans aren't legal in most cities, and if there's no strict law in place, it's certainly socially unacceptable. Funny, given how it's acceptable to fuck your pet, but not to actually love them unconditionally. Not that Vash even particularly cares about the legality at this point, not when he's got such a large bounty on his head that the idea of "fraternizing with a pet" would be so low on the ladder of crimes that it wouldn't even come up under the weight of everything else. It's a grain of sand atop a dune at this point.
No, it's moreso...all of Vash's personal concerns and hangups involving getting close to someone that leave him hesitant, Because he knows, he knows, that nothing good ever lasts. He's been trained to expect misfortune to follow him and his companions everywhere he goes, which is why he tends to try to escape them, or leave them behind, no matter how much he ends up hurting them for doing so. If it means keeping them safe...
But Ain has worn him to the very bone. Just the thought of leaving him behind leaves Vash feeling miserable and heartbroken, and even if he knows he shouldn't have said what he did, he couldn't muster the strength to stop himself. It's out there, now. It's in the open, there's no taking it back.
He's wrapped up in Ain's arms before he really knows what's going on, eyes widening with his one good hand hovering at his side. Ain begins to trill happily into his neck, the only sound between them being that and Vash's heavy breathing.]
You......you love me.
[It's more of a statement, incredulous and disbelieving, than a question, as his hand very slowly- gingerly, like petting a stray cat- comes down on Ain's shoulder. Smooths up the back of his neck, buries itself into his hair.
He plonks his head slowly onto Ain's shoulder, his own already beginning to shake a little.]
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No, it's moreso...all of Vash's personal concerns and hangups involving getting close to someone that leave him hesitant, Because he knows, he knows, that nothing good ever lasts. He's been trained to expect misfortune to follow him and his companions everywhere he goes, which is why he tends to try to escape them, or leave them behind, no matter how much he ends up hurting them for doing so. If it means keeping them safe...
But Ain has worn him to the very bone. Just the thought of leaving him behind leaves Vash feeling miserable and heartbroken, and even if he knows he shouldn't have said what he did, he couldn't muster the strength to stop himself. It's out there, now. It's in the open, there's no taking it back.
He's wrapped up in Ain's arms before he really knows what's going on, eyes widening with his one good hand hovering at his side. Ain begins to trill happily into his neck, the only sound between them being that and Vash's heavy breathing.]
You......you love me.
[It's more of a statement, incredulous and disbelieving, than a question, as his hand very slowly- gingerly, like petting a stray cat- comes down on Ain's shoulder. Smooths up the back of his neck, buries itself into his hair.
He plonks his head slowly onto Ain's shoulder, his own already beginning to shake a little.]
A...Ain.