[ vash leans a hand against the banquet table, sagging with relief when the wine does the trick. he takes a sip from the other glass; his tongue might not need it but his nerves sure do.
when she's drained her drink and reaches to steady herself against his shoulder, his arm lifts to cup her elbow, thumb pressed against the base of her bicep to help balance her. ]
I don't think either of us were. [ his toothy grin is apologetic. ] But you survived!
[ he sets down his glass, still half full, and holds out his free hand. his fingers gesture towards his palm as if to say gimme. ]
Give me one of the butterfly pins. You've earned it.
[ she doesn't need to know he was always going to tell her at the end of their little gastrointestinal adventure, anyway. ]
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when she's drained her drink and reaches to steady herself against his shoulder, his arm lifts to cup her elbow, thumb pressed against the base of her bicep to help balance her. ]
I don't think either of us were. [ his toothy grin is apologetic. ] But you survived!
[ he sets down his glass, still half full, and holds out his free hand. his fingers gesture towards his palm as if to say gimme. ]
Give me one of the butterfly pins. You've earned it.
[ she doesn't need to know he was always going to tell her at the end of their little gastrointestinal adventure, anyway. ]