[ Vash breathes in a long breath. He stands up a little straighter and watches Dolph with an expression that's oddly guarded, calculated, considering. He's not sure he can ever really be what Dolph needs the most, even if it's something he's finding he wants to be. He can keep trying.
He's gotten so used to Dolph being here, ready to accept him wandering into his day like a stray cat with a fish or other gift in his mouth. He'd come to expect that perhaps in this place he could share a lot of days like that with him.
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He's gotten so used to Dolph being here, ready to accept him wandering into his day like a stray cat with a fish or other gift in his mouth. He'd come to expect that perhaps in this place he could share a lot of days like that with him.
It makes him feel selfish. ]
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