( nai only ever wants to shower his brother in his attention, his affection now that it's been made abundantly clear that it's a welcome thing, instead of something to be avoided; it's been said before and will undoubtedly be said again that they have made the kind of progress he doesn't think they would have had a chance for back on noman's land, and he doesn't think he'll ever be as thankful for anything else for the rest of their lives.
… well. there are a few things he would be more thankful and grateful for, but they're the sort that he'll keep to himself for the foreseeable future.
he's quiet when that question comes, both because he hadn't been expecting such a thing to come out of his brother and he needs a moment to dredge up a response; there isn't much of anything left for him on that dead desert of a planet, not after the fall of july, not with vash here and safe with him. it's a selfish thought in its own way, he thinks, to want to keep what they've built here instead of possibly returning to the ruins they ( he ) had left behind.
there is also the fact of him being dead. there would be no going back for him either way.
he inhales softly, steadily, taking a breath in through his teeth and exhaling through his nose, fingers stopping their gentle massaging of tired muscle and instead simply brushing over the slope of vash's neck. lingering over the fluttering beat of his pulse. ) Is that what you want to do? Stay here indefinitely?
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… well. there are a few things he would be more thankful and grateful for, but they're the sort that he'll keep to himself for the foreseeable future.
he's quiet when that question comes, both because he hadn't been expecting such a thing to come out of his brother and he needs a moment to dredge up a response; there isn't much of anything left for him on that dead desert of a planet, not after the fall of july, not with vash here and safe with him. it's a selfish thought in its own way, he thinks, to want to keep what they've built here instead of possibly returning to the ruins they ( he ) had left behind.
there is also the fact of him being dead. there would be no going back for him either way.
he inhales softly, steadily, taking a breath in through his teeth and exhaling through his nose, fingers stopping their gentle massaging of tired muscle and instead simply brushing over the slope of vash's neck. lingering over the fluttering beat of his pulse. ) Is that what you want to do? Stay here indefinitely?