[ his eyes fall close and dante takes a deep breath in, steeling himself. no matter how many ways he thinks about it, this isn't going to go smoothly. not with the way wolfwood was so ready to burn himself up when vash was asleep, not with the reliance he has on the vials. he can understand it, the sort of recklessness that comes with the knowledge it doesn't matter what happens you'll just heal. he understands the adrenaline that comes from it, fighting and taking blow after blow and none of it actually mattering.

dante used to be like that when he was younger, used to throw himself into dangerous situations because his demonic blood would just heal him back up. he's still like it to this day, though maybe to a lesser extent. not that he can say if wolfwood is the same, but maybe somewhere in the mess that is nicholas d. wolfwood there is a similar thread.

regardless vash is right, the sooner they find wolfwood and do this the better. dante nods, wiping away more of the others tears before pulling away. the hands that rested on either side of vash's face slide down his neck, across his shoulders and down his arms. only once he reaches vash's hands do they stop, intertwining their hands together tightly. ]

Pretty sure he's out back smoking up a storm. [ dante tugs at vash's hand briefly before stepping towards the front of the cottage. ] Maybe once it's all said and done we can go have a nap or something, the three of us. Neither of us have slept the last three days.