[The smart comment gets a little sour pout out of vash when wolfwood says it. That is not what he meant and wolfwood knows it. He resists the urge to lightly smack the man he's more or less sitting on. The little casual touch to his knees, however, is enough to soothe the annoyance in his gut, and he snorts out a huff through his nose. If he's going to freak out about it, huh?]
I'm freaking out a little bit.
[At least he's honest. But he's not running. He laughs a little, half ducking into the hood of his coat, his cheeks dusting a rosy color again. He's quiet too, his gaze flitting off to where his glasses were tossed earlier. It's so exposing not to have those to hide behind in this moment.]
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I'm freaking out a little bit.
[At least he's honest. But he's not running. He laughs a little, half ducking into the hood of his coat, his cheeks dusting a rosy color again. He's quiet too, his gaze flitting off to where his glasses were tossed earlier. It's so exposing not to have those to hide behind in this moment.]
But...We can figure out what it means.