[ If it were anyone else, maybe Vash wouldn't have noticed the subtle body language. Maybe he would have let it pass. Instead, he shifts, carefully moving his head to look at Knives through his eyelashes and messy mop of hair. Nearly identical blue eyes watch Knives carefully as Vash shifts the way he's curled into his brother to settle a hand against his brother's neck, his thumb tracing over the curve of his cheekbone, just below his beautymark.
He knows, but he doesn't ask. There's a moment or two where he just watches, saying nothing and then he moves to press their foreheads together and closes his eyes. It's such a similar, familiar sort of action, one that Vash finds comfort in and one he hopes his brother finds soothing as well.
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He knows, but he doesn't ask. There's a moment or two where he just watches, saying nothing and then he moves to press their foreheads together and closes his eyes. It's such a similar, familiar sort of action, one that Vash finds comfort in and one he hopes his brother finds soothing as well.
I'm sorry, Nai. ]
It's okay.