[ dolph barely registers the words. he knows vash well. knows when to pay attention, knows when it matters. knows what he says and what is said in the breathes between. he’s just focused on drinking it in, seeing him again. dolph finally lets go of the counter to cradle vash’s face, fingers tracing the contours before he shudders, leaning in to press their foreheads together. ]
Are you all right? Are you hurt? Were you able — [ and his voice cracks open. ] — to find your happiness again?
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Are you all right? Are you hurt? Were you able — [ and his voice cracks open. ] — to find your happiness again?