[ the tongue-lashing hits a mark Set couldn't have known to aim for. nothing in Vash's expression changes; the smile that doesn't touch his eyes doesn't waver, and aside from a mild shift of his posture where he's seated, he doesn't make any moves to betray his elusive feelings.
but what he does do is pat the spot next to him among the soil and grass, among the earthy scent of crops and life and greenery. ]
You wanna take a load off? I can't make you, but you look tired.
[ it's a statement rather than a question. Set is tired. he's been run aground, so to speak; he is no longer treading water, but the place he's been washed up on the shore isn't where he had wanted to go when he struck out on his journey. somehow, he'd gotten lost along the way. ]
no subject
but what he does do is pat the spot next to him among the soil and grass, among the earthy scent of crops and life and greenery. ]
You wanna take a load off? I can't make you, but you look tired.
[ it's a statement rather than a question. Set is tired. he's been run aground, so to speak; he is no longer treading water, but the place he's been washed up on the shore isn't where he had wanted to go when he struck out on his journey. somehow, he'd gotten lost along the way. ]