[ there's a lot they should probably talk about; at the very least, he should address what happened in july and the job he'd taken from knives. it rests between them waiting for wolfwood to drag it back up, more skeletons for him to inevitably shuffle into his closet. vash doesn't deserve that. after everything, wolfwood owes him this bit of honesty.
but maybe it's because they're in a completely different place entirely with no way back yet that the words don't leave him. he's never been particularly adept at addressing his own feelings, never had a reason to until he met vash. the other man has always given him an out though, and a part of wolfwood wonders how long he'll grant him that grace and mercy. ]
They got me staying at one of the farms. [ he chuckles at the sawdust comment as he takes another pull of mead. he nods towards vash's arm, wood replacing the metal. ] Is that where you got the new arm from?
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but maybe it's because they're in a completely different place entirely with no way back yet that the words don't leave him. he's never been particularly adept at addressing his own feelings, never had a reason to until he met vash. the other man has always given him an out though, and a part of wolfwood wonders how long he'll grant him that grace and mercy. ]
They got me staying at one of the farms. [ he chuckles at the sawdust comment as he takes another pull of mead. he nods towards vash's arm, wood replacing the metal. ] Is that where you got the new arm from?