[ It's hard to swallow the shock of an apology coming from his brother, let alone the gentle way he's touching him now when they were just bickering and flailing and fighting a moment ago. It makes Vash's breath catch in his throat, his frame stilling almost like a deer caught in headlights.
It's like a spell, the way their noses brush together and Knives repeats words that had worked to soothe his anxieties about not being good enough from their childhood. It's hard not to turn into the touch, the nuzzling. ]
You're not any different than you were, Nai. You're still my brother.
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It's like a spell, the way their noses brush together and Knives repeats words that had worked to soothe his anxieties about not being good enough from their childhood. It's hard not to turn into the touch, the nuzzling. ]
You're not any different than you were, Nai. You're still my brother.
[ THAT'S what matters, isn't it? ]