[ Vash can feel something tight coiling in his stomach. Dread, panic, like the walls of the enclosure he's built around himself are closing in. His heart aches whwn Dolph presses that kiss to his palm and he feels himself sinking into guilt. But it doesn't stop him from saying what he says next. ]
Let me stay.
[ Please. He barely breathes enough to get the words out. He needs permission. ]
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Let me stay.
[ Please. He barely breathes enough to get the words out. He needs permission. ]