[ They're going to talk in circles. Argue till the both of them are blue in the face. He doesn't want to deal with this. It's his choice in the end, and Wolfwood can't force him to do something he doesn't ... want(?) ]
Yeah. I understand.
B[ ut he doesn't agree. His jaw sets in a stubborn pout, and he lifts his hands up to settle on Wolfwood's wrists. Or, well, one wrist. The touch to his face has him caught a little off guard, the gentleness of it something that Vash immediately wants to pull away from. He doesn't deserve that. He doesn't deserve the harsh kindness that Wolfwood is trying to shovel down his throat. ]
y...es???? maybe.
Yeah. I understand.
B[ ut he doesn't agree. His jaw sets in a stubborn pout, and he lifts his hands up to settle on Wolfwood's wrists. Or, well, one wrist. The touch to his face has him caught a little off guard, the gentleness of it something that Vash immediately wants to pull away from. He doesn't deserve that. He doesn't deserve the harsh kindness that Wolfwood is trying to shovel down his throat. ]
Let me go, Wolfwood. You made your point.