( you're never going to be bothering him, you know; just because he's putting lines of notes together using the utensils his brother had gifted him for the holiday doesn't mean he can't pull his mind away from it for a little while, especially if it means he gets to bask in your company.
something he's really gotten used to doing, if we're not being too subtle.
now, knives has never been the sort to second-guess, himself, no matter what the matter at hand may be; he's always been strong in his convictions, in his decisions on how to move forward with any given thing at any given time and that … might have been his downfall in the end, he isn't about to admit it but the fact remains that he doesn't know what it feel like to be so unsure of himself. he wouldn't understand the internal war she's having with herself even if he'd been aware of it in the first.
he waits patiently for her to finish, to get her words out before he's setting his things aside completely — placing them gently, delicately on the table beside him that also houses his tea — and offers her such an achingly soft expression that it almost doesn't look like it belongs on him at all. vash has always been the soft one of the two of them, of course, but in this moment she may realize just how much alike they really can look when there aren't the hard lines of anger creasing knives' brow. ) You're always welcome to sit with me. You never have to ask.
( he gets up, then, with the intention of ushering her into the room properly ( before she has a chance to change her mind for real and flee. you can't r2 l2 your way out of this one, shortstuff.
he gestures toward another corner of the room where a loveseat sits, perfect for two people to relax and have a chat and not be too far away from one another. ) Would you like some tea?
yes but i'm usually much better than this!!
something he's really gotten used to doing, if we're not being too subtle.
now, knives has never been the sort to second-guess, himself, no matter what the matter at hand may be; he's always been strong in his convictions, in his decisions on how to move forward with any given thing at any given time and that … might have been his downfall in the end, he isn't about to admit it but the fact remains that he doesn't know what it feel like to be so unsure of himself. he wouldn't understand the internal war she's having with herself even if he'd been aware of it in the first.
he waits patiently for her to finish, to get her words out before he's setting his things aside completely — placing them gently, delicately on the table beside him that also houses his tea — and offers her such an achingly soft expression that it almost doesn't look like it belongs on him at all. vash has always been the soft one of the two of them, of course, but in this moment she may realize just how much alike they really can look when there aren't the hard lines of anger creasing knives' brow. ) You're always welcome to sit with me. You never have to ask.
( he gets up, then, with the intention of ushering her into the room properly ( before she has a chance to change her mind for real and flee.
you can't r2 l2 your way out of this one, shortstuff.he gestures toward another corner of the room where a loveseat sits, perfect for two people to relax and have a chat and not be too far away from one another. ) Would you like some tea?