[Vash can't stop the sigh of relief that escapes him when Knives picks up his jacket for him. His back was on fire and every movement at the moment felt like agony.
At first Vash doesn't take the offered support. He's just not expecting any from his brother. Still struggling to move past the image of Knives from home. The one who beat him and left him aching in a hole. It's when he starts to descend down the stairs and the steps jolt a new feeling of pain through him that he grabs out for something. Finding his brothers strong arm he holds onto it as the move their way down.
Of course leaning on Knives this way smears a bit of his blood onto his twin.] Sorry. Hope that wasn't your favourite shirt. [He's trying for a joke but there's not much heart behind it.]
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At first Vash doesn't take the offered support. He's just not expecting any from his brother. Still struggling to move past the image of Knives from home. The one who beat him and left him aching in a hole. It's when he starts to descend down the stairs and the steps jolt a new feeling of pain through him that he grabs out for something. Finding his brothers strong arm he holds onto it as the move their way down.
Of course leaning on Knives this way smears a bit of his blood onto his twin.] Sorry. Hope that wasn't your favourite shirt. [He's trying for a joke but there's not much heart behind it.]