He picks up his head again, his expression stuck in a pout that's so pronounced his chin and lower lip poke out. It's frustration and exasperation all tucked into one, and if he felt more petulant his lower lip might wobble. It might be laying it on a little thick, but it's easier to do than to keep letting his stomach turn sour. ]
I don't want to lose this.
[ He doesn't want to lose Dolph. Dolph, who has become a sturdy, ever present figure in the life Vash has dared make for himself here. ]
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[ And he might try.
He picks up his head again, his expression stuck in a pout that's so pronounced his chin and lower lip poke out. It's frustration and exasperation all tucked into one, and if he felt more petulant his lower lip might wobble. It might be laying it on a little thick, but it's easier to do than to keep letting his stomach turn sour. ]
I don't want to lose this.
[ He doesn't want to lose Dolph. Dolph, who has become a sturdy, ever present figure in the life Vash has dared make for himself here. ]