[He needs to know what to think. Wether he should run like every inch of his body is telling him he should do, or if he can push those doors open just a little. Despite that, when told to ask? He blinks a little, his expression dropping into something both confused and somehow worried. He shifts slightly, his hand on Wolfwood flexing a little against the fabric of his shirt.
He swallows, eyes watching Wolfwood's mouth for a moment.
The silence is heavy, but not oppressive, perhaps a little electric considering the state of Vash's nerves. He's got Wolfwood trapped where he is at the moment, and perhaps it's that slight advantage that has him finally using his words.]
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He swallows, eyes watching Wolfwood's mouth for a moment.
The silence is heavy, but not oppressive, perhaps a little electric considering the state of Vash's nerves. He's got Wolfwood trapped where he is at the moment, and perhaps it's that slight advantage that has him finally using his words.]
...What was it?