[ Even though he'd been talking to someone else, his hearing catches the sound of glass shattering on the floor. It makes him sit up a little straighter, his gaze flicking from his conversation partner to try and spot where the sound came from. He doesn't actually spot Dolph until he's approaching the bar with such hesitation.
Vash's brows pinch upward and he fits a tired smile on his face. ]
Hey, Dolph.
[ It's bashful and apologetic at the same time as he leans in on the counter, peeking at Dolph from behind those dark blue sunglasses. They may be cracked, but he's yet to get rid of them. ]
It's been a while, hasn't it?
[ He doesn't know what to do with his hands, so his fingers wind up curling and uncurling against the wood of the counter. He's sorry. For leaving. ]
i am not ready
Vash's brows pinch upward and he fits a tired smile on his face. ]
Hey, Dolph.
[ It's bashful and apologetic at the same time as he leans in on the counter, peeking at Dolph from behind those dark blue sunglasses. They may be cracked, but he's yet to get rid of them. ]
It's been a while, hasn't it?
[ He doesn't know what to do with his hands, so his fingers wind up curling and uncurling against the wood of the counter. He's sorry. For leaving. ]