[It's not something he would have expected from Wolfwood, but considering the context of the situation maybe it's meant to be something of a mutually soothing gesture. Vash holds on in silence as he stares down at Wolfwood, suddenly more aware of just how long they've sat like this on the floor. It can't be comfortable.
He rises, lifting himself from a squatting-on-wolfwood's-leg position to something more akin to kneeling, and he pulls at Wolfwood to sit up with their tangled hands.]
You can't be comfortable. Sorry, I wasn't thinking.
[And because Vash isn't an evil little whelp like Wolfwood, he manages to pull himself up to his feet without doing anything untoward with the one knee that had been pressed between Wolfwood's legs.]
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He rises, lifting himself from a squatting-on-wolfwood's-leg position to something more akin to kneeling, and he pulls at Wolfwood to sit up with their tangled hands.]
You can't be comfortable. Sorry, I wasn't thinking.
[And because Vash isn't an evil little whelp like Wolfwood, he manages to pull himself up to his feet without doing anything untoward with the one knee that had been pressed between Wolfwood's legs.]