Smoking up a storm, huh. He must have been stressed. I kind of know how he feels. [ Given he hadn't had the five minutes to sit and contemplate losing wolfwood before he was just. Gone. Hopefully, with Dante's help, he wouldn't have to contemplate it ever again.
He squeezes the hand that's in his own--the warmth of Dante's skin always a few degrees higher than his own. It was a comforting feeling, and he'll cling to it as they brace to go out in the cold--out to where Wolfwood is idling near the river. It's unsurprising to see him there--Water had been important to wolfwood, right? He remembers that much. Even if it's been years since he's technically seen the cottage and its comforts, the frozen-over garden and trees, the icy half-stone, half-sand beach of the riverside.
Wolfwood stuck out like a sore thumb, and as he and Dante make their way over to the man, Vash... tries to think of something casual to say. Something playful to open a line with him before dropping what will, inevitably be a bomb.
...The words dry up in his throat, and even as he and Dante approach--to stand next to the man. He still quietly looks at Dante with a silent plea.
Something to break the silence--he can figure out where to go from there after. ]
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He squeezes the hand that's in his own--the warmth of Dante's skin always a few degrees higher than his own. It was a comforting feeling, and he'll cling to it as they brace to go out in the cold--out to where Wolfwood is idling near the river. It's unsurprising to see him there--Water had been important to wolfwood, right? He remembers that much. Even if it's been years since he's technically seen the cottage and its comforts, the frozen-over garden and trees, the icy half-stone, half-sand beach of the riverside.
Wolfwood stuck out like a sore thumb, and as he and Dante make their way over to the man, Vash... tries to think of something casual to say. Something playful to open a line with him before dropping what will, inevitably be a bomb.
...The words dry up in his throat, and even as he and Dante approach--to stand next to the man. He still quietly looks at Dante with a silent plea.
Something to break the silence--he can figure out where to go from there after. ]