All through this there's little else Azwel can do but hold him. So he does, absolutely prepared to stay there for as long as he needed to. It's... an odd feeling, doing something like this with no motive swirling about in his head, no long con laying itself out bit by bit. Just someone he cares about who's in pain.
What has become of him? No-one from home would recognise him.
He'll ponder that later. "You've nothing to be sorry for," he whispers into Vash's hair. "Emotions get the better of all of us now and then."
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Date: 2019-06-13 07:36 am (UTC)What has become of him? No-one from home would recognise him.
He'll ponder that later. "You've nothing to be sorry for," he whispers into Vash's hair. "Emotions get the better of all of us now and then."