[ Those words spill from Vash's mouth without a moment of hesitation, as if they are undeniable. As if this is an unchangeable truth about the universe, that he loves him. Knives perhaps shouldn't be surprised by it, but he truly can't remember the last time that he heard those words from Vash, in either set of memories.
And so he is left to sit there, stunned, with a makeshift icepack set against his bruised throat. It doesn't seem to matter that Vash spoke the words with distaste, like he wishes that they weren't true. The fact that he said them at all is enough to leave Knives reeling.
Even now, even after all this time, Vash loves him.
He has an odd way of showing it most of the time, but for once Knives swallows back his words. Doing so only causes the inside of his throat to ache more. ]
... Do you mean to say that you didn't already ask him?
[ Another surprise. He would have thought that the moment that Vash saw that blood and put two and two together, he would have raced off in search of his newfound friend. The one who'd only met Vash on his orders. ]
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And so he is left to sit there, stunned, with a makeshift icepack set against his bruised throat. It doesn't seem to matter that Vash spoke the words with distaste, like he wishes that they weren't true. The fact that he said them at all is enough to leave Knives reeling.
Even now, even after all this time, Vash loves him.
He has an odd way of showing it most of the time, but for once Knives swallows back his words. Doing so only causes the inside of his throat to ache more. ]
... Do you mean to say that you didn't already ask him?
[ Another surprise. He would have thought that the moment that Vash saw that blood and put two and two together, he would have raced off in search of his newfound friend. The one who'd only met Vash on his orders. ]