[ oh vash. it's such a familiar refrain but his body aches to hear it from vash. vash, who loved his friends so. loved his brother so much. to come to such grief . . . it feels unnatural. dolph wraps his arms around vash, rubs soothing circles into his back. ]
I know.
[ quietly, as if he's confessing his own poisonous sin. ]
I . . . don't want you to go either.
[ jean was the closest person he ever said that too. even if dolph knew the reality of it. that his desires, his yearnings are not based in reality. he might as well be digging his heels in the air. he knew, of course he knew.
but how could he stop? how could he want to, when vash is here and real and dolph can finally hold him? at least that was real. ]
You don't have to think about it right now. I'm here. I've got you.
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I know.
[ quietly, as if he's confessing his own poisonous sin. ]
I . . . don't want you to go either.
[ jean was the closest person he ever said that too. even if dolph knew the reality of it. that his desires, his yearnings are not based in reality. he might as well be digging his heels in the air. he knew, of course he knew.
but how could he stop? how could he want to, when vash is here and real and dolph can finally hold him? at least that was real. ]
You don't have to think about it right now. I'm here. I've got you.