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[ He feels so small, laying here. Their legs tangle together and Vash can feel the moment that Nai stiffens, the buzzing in his ears only getting louder in the moment. The sound of his brother's voice soothes him just a little and Vash exhales a breath that's almost as much of a physical shudder as it is a sound.

The thought does seem to do something to calm the worries raging in his chest, but his grip on Nai is no less desperate as he does his best to merge with the warmth of his brother.

They could. They could work together instead of being at each other's proverbial throats with their separate ideals. Together maybe they really could make NML into the paradise for themselves and their kind AND the humans. ]

Only if you'll be there, Nai. Promise.

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( he really doesn't mean to stiffen up the way he does, but at the thought of what awaits them back home — what awaits vash — it makes his stomach drop like a stone through water, throat thick with all the things he hasn't yet said and all the things he needs to say to his brother. just because it means being honest, and he deserves that much. but.

he can't bring himself to. not yet, and if his own fear is what ends up driving them apart again, well. he'll have done it himself, won't he? all over again.

let him think that they can work together. let him think that they can fix everything that nai has broken. let him think there's still something salvageable because maybe there had been here, and maybe they've come a long, long way from when he'd first arrived.

but there is no going back home. it's a thought that makes his throat tighten and the backs of his eyes ache, but he simply buries his nose in his brother's hair and stays there. ) I promise. Where you go … I go.

( liar.

liar.

liar. )

[bountyfull]

[ 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.

I'm sorry, Nai. ]

It's okay.