[ they had all been pretty stressed with barely a moment to actually stop and breathe. even now, with vash up and walking around, it doesn't feel like they have any time to stop. this is where they should be relaxing, even celebrating vash's return to them healthy and whole, yet there is a stormcloud hanging heavily over their heads. a cloud filled to the brim with vash's fear of losing wolfwood to the vials all over again. a fear that bleeds so easily through their connected hands and settles deep into dante's marrow.
he's not far from where dante thought he would be, sticking out like a sore thumb against the white that litters the cottage. with each step they take closer dante's stomach starts to knot with dread, as if what should be a happier reunion of the three of them is destined to turn as bitter and cold as the weather around them. he pushes it aside, of course, tries to swallow it down with the same fear he can feel leeching through the warmth of vash's hand in his own.
it'll be fine. this whole thing? talking to wolfwood about the vials? it'll turn out fine in the end. it has too.
it is the sound of snow crunching underfoot that heralds their arrival before dante breaks the silence with a simple; ] Hey Nick, look who I found wandering around.
[ he can hear the crunching--there's been a lot of crunching as people have come and gone in the process of paying their dues and coming to see after Vash, so it's not something that has Wolfwood's head snapping up to see. he's tired. he hasn't slept, there's been a dozen things to try and fifteen different heartwrenching things to deal with at any given time, so it's just been... a lot.
he takes another inhale off his cigarette, and only lifts his head when his name breaks the air on Dante's lips, turning with his hands tucked in his pockets, even if he doesn't really feel the cold. ]
Should be someone you put back in bed, all things considered. Grandpa's not allowed to be off bedrest yet, Uncle Scruffy.
[ still, he snuffs his cigarette with a quick pinch, tucking it into a coat pocket out of habit as he fully turns to face the two of them, stepping away from the water. ]
[ he appreciates you, dante. he really, truly, truly does. He isn't at all sure how to start this--part of him had just. Wanted to grab wolfwood and steal his vials before the other knew what was happening, but.
he knows that'd end in wrestling and arguments and...
it's probably better to TALK him out of carrying around so many--if any at all. Even if he's really... in the mood to just take them and break them over the snow. ]
I'm fine, I'm fine. I don't really have any wounds, I'm just tired. I'll be fine.
You know how he is, couldn't get him back into bed even if I tried.
[ that is a lie. a big fat lie. he could easily wrestle vash back into bed if he really wanted to, but they all know how weak dante is to the looks vash gives him when he wants to do something he is denied. what can he say? he is a real sucker for the man, for both of them, and they both know it.
he squeezes vash's hand a little, he thinks about slipping his hand free from the plant's but that thought gets tossed aside the moment vash starts losing steam. he can only imagine how hard it is for the other to talk about, even more so to physically ask wolfwood to do this for him instead of taking the more underhanded approach. dante exhales, easy going smile dropping from his face, and focuses on wolfwood. ]
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[ they had all been pretty stressed with barely a moment to actually stop and breathe. even now, with vash up and walking around, it doesn't feel like they have any time to stop. this is where they should be relaxing, even celebrating vash's return to them healthy and whole, yet there is a stormcloud hanging heavily over their heads. a cloud filled to the brim with vash's fear of losing wolfwood to the vials all over again. a fear that bleeds so easily through their connected hands and settles deep into dante's marrow.
he's not far from where dante thought he would be, sticking out like a sore thumb against the white that litters the cottage. with each step they take closer dante's stomach starts to knot with dread, as if what should be a happier reunion of the three of them is destined to turn as bitter and cold as the weather around them. he pushes it aside, of course, tries to swallow it down with the same fear he can feel leeching through the warmth of vash's hand in his own.
it'll be fine. this whole thing? talking to wolfwood about the vials? it'll turn out fine in the end. it has too.
it is the sound of snow crunching underfoot that heralds their arrival before dante breaks the silence with a simple; ] Hey Nick, look who I found wandering around.
[ time to brace himself. ]
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he takes another inhale off his cigarette, and only lifts his head when his name breaks the air on Dante's lips, turning with his hands tucked in his pockets, even if he doesn't really feel the cold. ]
Should be someone you put back in bed, all things considered. Grandpa's not allowed to be off bedrest yet, Uncle Scruffy.
[ still, he snuffs his cigarette with a quick pinch, tucking it into a coat pocket out of habit as he fully turns to face the two of them, stepping away from the water. ]
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he knows that'd end in wrestling and arguments and...
it's probably better to TALK him out of carrying around so many--if any at all.
Even if he's really... in the mood to just take them and break them over the snow. ]
I'm fine, I'm fine. I don't really have any wounds, I'm just tired. I'll be fine.
...We wanted to talk to you.
I.
Wanted to talk to you.
[ he's already losing steam. yikes. ]
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[ that is a lie. a big fat lie. he could easily wrestle vash back into bed if he really wanted to, but they all know how weak dante is to the looks vash gives him when he wants to do something he is denied. what can he say? he is a real sucker for the man, for both of them, and they both know it.
he squeezes vash's hand a little, he thinks about slipping his hand free from the plant's but that thought gets tossed aside the moment vash starts losing steam. he can only imagine how hard it is for the other to talk about, even more so to physically ask wolfwood to do this for him instead of taking the more underhanded approach. dante exhales, easy going smile dropping from his face, and focuses on wolfwood. ]
It's about the vials, Nick.