Pinned
On the verge of a rut, Wolfwood attempts to leave. Vash makes an offer.
“Let me help you,” Vash says as Wolfwood stares, cigarette dangling from his mouth.
They’re in the courtyard of the motel they’ve sequestered rooms in, and Wolfwood had been on the way out. Vash had caught him and cornered him, and had blurted it out without further thought.
“Help me with what?” Wolfwood’s brows pinch, and Vash scratches the side of his head sheepishly.
“Y’know…” Vash says, and gestures towards the general area of Wolfwood’s lower half. “Y’know. As friends. Let me be your partner.”