[ he doesn't say anything about it when vash stops eating, the fact he had even half the sandwich is enough for him. that there is something in his stomach instead of it trying to eat itself in the midsts of vash's self-loathing. instead, wolfwood looks up at the sky, up at the slow trail of smoke coming from his cigarette, hands linked together in a pillow behind his head. he stays like that for a moment, for two, right up until the air between them becomes too thick with questions, with words unsaid, and his cigarette is all but burnt out.
it's then that wolfwood groans, pushing himself back up into sitting, gaze looking out towards the rest of the garden instead of vash. he looks anywhere other than vash. ]
Out with it, Needles. [ he isn't entirely sure what it is, but that doesn't matter, vash just needs to talk already. ] Whatever it is, just say it.
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it's then that wolfwood groans, pushing himself back up into sitting, gaze looking out towards the rest of the garden instead of vash. he looks anywhere other than vash. ]
Out with it, Needles. [ he isn't entirely sure what it is, but that doesn't matter, vash just needs to talk already. ] Whatever it is, just say it.