[ He's always been a transient figure in most people's lives. It's on purpose most of the time, walking in and out of human matters and lives like a tumbleweed, there and gone again on the whim of the wind. It's new, and Vash has always been convinced that want will turn to hate. But it hasn't, has it?
It's not lost on him the significance of those words, especially from Dolph. He wants to ask questions, shift the focus from himself to that door that just seems to have cracked open. Dolph has him. Vash wills his breathing steady, the circles brushed over his back pacing his heart somehow. In, and out again each breath comes more even than the last. ]
Got you. [ It's just an echo, but the way Vash shifts closer implies reciprocation, rather than anything else. ] Sorry.
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It's not lost on him the significance of those words, especially from Dolph. He wants to ask questions, shift the focus from himself to that door that just seems to have cracked open. Dolph has him. Vash wills his breathing steady, the circles brushed over his back pacing his heart somehow. In, and out again each breath comes more even than the last. ]
Got you. [ It's just an echo, but the way Vash shifts closer implies reciprocation, rather than anything else. ] Sorry.