[ He doesn't have a hand on his brother's pulse point, but he can swear he can hear Nai's heart slow down with his own now that they aren't wrestling for control or dominance or to make a point. Vash exhales a breath through his nose. What's said though, almost makes Vash's own heart stop.
It's so bitter, and—he thinks— scared, that he turns his head to return the nuzzle from before. Just a small, comforting touch, his hands shifting to drag through the shorn short portion of his brother's hair. It's probably too much, this kind of affection, and he stops soon after he does it. ]
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It's so bitter, and—he thinks— scared, that he turns his head to return the nuzzle from before. Just a small, comforting touch, his hands shifting to drag through the shorn short portion of his brother's hair. It's probably too much, this kind of affection, and he stops soon after he does it. ]
I wouldn't let it happen, Nai. No one.