( It isn't what he's expecting. It absolutely isn't what he's expecting, and it shows in his face, something stuttering across flushed skin. Worry, first and foremost, then confusion. But he steps into the room more neatly, shuts the door quickly behind him, shoulders pressing into the wood there. There's something not quite right about his friend's expression, and Vash feels his gut churning in response, a halting step forward as his voice turns placating. )
Hey.
( Gaze flicking from the Punisher to the window and back to Wolfwood's face again, his own bottom lip briefly chewed on before he continues. He's careful about his approach. Not because he's afraid - at least not of Wolfwood - but because he's been around long enough to read the warning signs. There's something faraway there, something fretful. He just has to figure out where it's coming from. )
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Hey.
( Gaze flicking from the Punisher to the window and back to Wolfwood's face again, his own bottom lip briefly chewed on before he continues. He's careful about his approach. Not because he's afraid - at least not of Wolfwood - but because he's been around long enough to read the warning signs. There's something faraway there, something fretful. He just has to figure out where it's coming from. )
You okay? Did something happen?