But We Will Continue On

She didn’t have a follow up question, didn’t ask the same one again. She just reached out and grabbed his other hand, rubbing along the seam of his glove that covered his prosthetic. They played around with their hands, moving fingers back and forth and slotting between each other until both of Vash’s hands were cupped together in both of Meryl’s.The small smile on his face felt distant and fleeting, like plastic melting in the desert. He was still tired. He was waiting for the next shoot out, waiting for someone to not be who they seemed, waiting and waiting and nothing had happened. Each calm day felt more and more like a threat, sapping his energy and awareness.But he could do better for her—had to, should.

or Vash struggles with how to feel when he's not constantly being chased