[ the handkerchief is the least he can do — it's hardly something to thank him for, not when he feels so inadequate, so like he's doing absolutely nothing helpful. vash might as well be one of his clients from home, and he is so used to being good with people that all of his attempts deflecting off like this is... well. it sure is.
he sighs, runs a hand through the curls on his head. ]
That's the thing though, innit? It's not nothing. You don't have to pretend. I told you, I'm not gonna ask. Just — I know what it's like, yeah? For shit you don't want others to see to just... be there. Feels bloody terrible. And I know what it's like, to want to reassure people, too, that it's all fine, even when it's not. So... you don't have to. Don't say sorry, either. I get it.
[ he pauses. and then, with a small smile, ] So, anyway, don't think I know you. What's your name? I'm Charles.
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[ the handkerchief is the least he can do — it's hardly something to thank him for, not when he feels so inadequate, so like he's doing absolutely nothing helpful. vash might as well be one of his clients from home, and he is so used to being good with people that all of his attempts deflecting off like this is... well. it sure is.
he sighs, runs a hand through the curls on his head. ]
That's the thing though, innit? It's not nothing. You don't have to pretend. I told you, I'm not gonna ask. Just — I know what it's like, yeah? For shit you don't want others to see to just... be there. Feels bloody terrible. And I know what it's like, to want to reassure people, too, that it's all fine, even when it's not. So... you don't have to. Don't say sorry, either. I get it.
[ he pauses. and then, with a small smile, ] So, anyway, don't think I know you. What's your name? I'm Charles.