[ The grimace he makes is obvious, but it's not directed at Dolph, or anything more than something reflexive. The subject matter is like a sharp knife, digging into wounds just freshly knit together.
But Dolph isn't wrong. Once again, he cuts to the meat of the issue. Vash's fingers curl into the fabric of Dolph's shirt as he leans forward, out of Dolph's grip, in order to plop his head down on the other man's shoulder. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just focusing on breathing through the twisting in his stomach.
He's terrified. For Dolph, of what is going to come. But when he thinks about himself his own words echo back in his ears. I don't care what happens to me! He meant it. It didn't matter what happened to him then, but as he lifts his arms up to hook around Dolph's back to hold on to him, he realizes for the sake of the people that he's come to care about here that... isn't the course of action either. ]
He won't hurt me. [ Not directly. Not physically. ]
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But Dolph isn't wrong. Once again, he cuts to the meat of the issue. Vash's fingers curl into the fabric of Dolph's shirt as he leans forward, out of Dolph's grip, in order to plop his head down on the other man's shoulder. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just focusing on breathing through the twisting in his stomach.
He's terrified. For Dolph, of what is going to come. But when he thinks about himself his own words echo back in his ears. I don't care what happens to me! He meant it. It didn't matter what happened to him then, but as he lifts his arms up to hook around Dolph's back to hold on to him, he realizes for the sake of the people that he's come to care about here that... isn't the course of action either. ]
He won't hurt me. [ Not directly. Not physically. ]