[ The loud banging and Vash's voice on the other side of the door are more than enough to wake Knives up, his eyes snapping open even as his body feels like it wants to sag further into the mattress. He doesn't have much interest in speaking to his brother right now, though, not when he can already imagine how it will go. Vash is going to take the Punisher's side on this despite the fact that he was the one who marched up to Knives and curled his hands around his throat.
Vash has picked humans over him so many times by this point that he isn't in the mood to face that yet again. So he doesn't respond, simply drags the comforter tighter around his shoulders and pretends to still be asleep.
Perhaps he should have expected Vash to break the door down, as they're both stubborn in their own ways. He tenses up when the door cracks open, but before he even has a chance to decide what he wants to do about the intrusion, Vash is at the side of the bed and tugging at his shoulder.
With a deep sigh, he lets it happen. Even with the hood of the sweatshirt he's been living in pulled up, there's no hiding the dark bruises that have formed in a thick ring around his throat, which stand out starkly against his pale skin.
His eyes flick up to meet Vash's, and while he can see the concern buried under everything, he's numb to it now. ]
he doesn't know what a depression nap is but this sure is one
Vash has picked humans over him so many times by this point that he isn't in the mood to face that yet again. So he doesn't respond, simply drags the comforter tighter around his shoulders and pretends to still be asleep.
Perhaps he should have expected Vash to break the door down, as they're both stubborn in their own ways. He tenses up when the door cracks open, but before he even has a chance to decide what he wants to do about the intrusion, Vash is at the side of the bed and tugging at his shoulder.
With a deep sigh, he lets it happen. Even with the hood of the sweatshirt he's been living in pulled up, there's no hiding the dark bruises that have formed in a thick ring around his throat, which stand out starkly against his pale skin.
His eyes flick up to meet Vash's, and while he can see the concern buried under everything, he's numb to it now. ]
What do you want.