[ too bad that over a century of conditioning himself to apologise and run (and rinse and repeat, patch and paint, grin and bear it) is a hard habit to break - if he knew how charles were feeling vash would make more of an effort with trying to dispel the other's misgivings - to sound more appreciative maybe, to make him feel like he's helped, but ... well, he's having a hard time with it right now, feeling like his stomach is still storm-tied into knots. ]
Ah, well ... [ there's the stooping of his spine again, vash ducking his head as though he could find a hole in the ground to open and swallow him up with enough effort. ] I'm still sorry you had to see that. It's not really, uh, a nice thing to see though? Even if you say that it's - fine. Just,
[ he's babbling, and vash has to cut it off and force the words down, crushing them into a garbled sort of laugh again with his eyes crinkling again once more with the effort of it.
thankfully, the small talk that charles is attempting seems to do the trick in distraction - or maybe it's ringing a faint memory of a past conversation with a certain other person. ]
Charles? Um, are you - I think Junpei mentioned you before! [ it is a common name, but he thinks he has more than a fair chance in guessing this might be the right 'charles'. ]
Most of us have got something like that, though, yeah? Not nice things to see.
[ that's just how it is — everyone has their own skeletons, the ugly parts of them they don't want anyone else to see. and there's — there's nothing to be ashamed of, in that, he thinks, as vash's laughter splinters into something sharp and painful.
luckily, though, the distraction comes in the strangest form possible; or, well, perhaps not strange, but rather unexpected. and even now, even here, with the broken shards of the memory laying at their feet, the simple mention of junpei is enough to make charles smile, sweet and luminous and quite obviously besotted. ]
Did he? [ so, yes, that is him indeed, ] Vash, right. Good to meet you, mate. Any friend of Junpei's is my friend, too.
you'd expect someone like vash to make a commentary on the smile and put his foot right in his mouth, probably - but vash decides, ultimately, to gloss over it instead of drawing attention to that ... but also, he won't promise to not bring it up to junpei next time to embarrass him???
getting out of this weird maze is the priority, anyway. even if charles isn't divulging any details, the way he's been speaking to him - quietly, as though he understands - is something that doesn't get missed in all of the chaos. and if that's true, then vash really doesn't want charles to have to be confronted with anything like what he'd just seen.
so with that, vash will scramble up to his feet, reaching his hand out to the other. ]
Sorry, I know it's a bit strange ... but we probably shouldn't get separated, right?
[ he offers an easy smile back — and yeah, it's not that he hasn't thought of the fact that he might... well, see things in the mirrors, but also thinking about it might make it more likely for it to happen, and so; not thinking about it is the way to go!
charles takes the offered hand with a grateful nod. ]
Nah, it's fine. I agree, best go against this whole thing together, yeah?
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Ah, well ... [ there's the stooping of his spine again, vash ducking his head as though he could find a hole in the ground to open and swallow him up with enough effort. ] I'm still sorry you had to see that. It's not really, uh, a nice thing to see though? Even if you say that it's - fine. Just,
[ he's babbling, and vash has to cut it off and force the words down, crushing them into a garbled sort of laugh again with his eyes crinkling again once more with the effort of it.
thankfully, the small talk that charles is attempting seems to do the trick in distraction - or maybe it's ringing a faint memory of a past conversation with a certain other person. ]
Charles? Um, are you - I think Junpei mentioned you before! [ it is a common name, but he thinks he has more than a fair chance in guessing this might be the right 'charles'. ]
I'm Vash!
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[ that's just how it is — everyone has their own skeletons, the ugly parts of them they don't want anyone else to see. and there's — there's nothing to be ashamed of, in that, he thinks, as vash's laughter splinters into something sharp and painful.
luckily, though, the distraction comes in the strangest form possible; or, well, perhaps not strange, but rather unexpected. and even now, even here, with the broken shards of the memory laying at their feet, the simple mention of junpei is enough to make charles smile, sweet and luminous and quite obviously besotted. ]
Did he? [ so, yes, that is him indeed, ] Vash, right. Good to meet you, mate. Any friend of Junpei's is my friend, too.
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you'd expect someone like vash to make a commentary on the smile and put his foot right in his mouth, probably - but vash decides, ultimately, to gloss over it instead of drawing attention to that ... but also, he won't promise to not bring it up to junpei next time to embarrass him???
getting out of this weird maze is the priority, anyway. even if charles isn't divulging any details, the way he's been speaking to him - quietly, as though he understands - is something that doesn't get missed in all of the chaos. and if that's true, then vash really doesn't want charles to have to be confronted with anything like what he'd just seen.
so with that, vash will scramble up to his feet, reaching his hand out to the other. ]
Sorry, I know it's a bit strange ... but we probably shouldn't get separated, right?
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charles takes the offered hand with a grateful nod. ]
Nah, it's fine. I agree, best go against this whole thing together, yeah?