In the mirror.
Jericho didn't have a room in the tower all to his own, so he'd been finding random places to sleep about the tower, even as Vash. He'd gotten to used to have the others around, and really wasn't too keen on going back to the solitude of his mountain just yet.
Right now? He was hiding in one of the bathrooms with the door locked. Vash's clothes were being washed, and he was afraid to walk around.. like this.
Poor, poor Vash. Jericho was ready to cry over the scars, bruises, and wounds. So, so many. And each one had it's very own ache. He'd be so much more careful when he hugged Vash from now on. The poor man, the price for our morals.
Jericho sighed and rubbed a hand against the side of his face. Right one, he didn't like moving the left one so much, the whole are was fake, and had a 'gun' in it. He hated guns, and it bothered him quite a bit that the weapon was right there.
What had happened to Vash to leave him this way?
Right now? He was hiding in one of the bathrooms with the door locked. Vash's clothes were being washed, and he was afraid to walk around.. like this.
Poor, poor Vash. Jericho was ready to cry over the scars, bruises, and wounds. So, so many. And each one had it's very own ache. He'd be so much more careful when he hugged Vash from now on. The poor man, the price for our morals.
Jericho sighed and rubbed a hand against the side of his face. Right one, he didn't like moving the left one so much, the whole are was fake, and had a 'gun' in it. He hated guns, and it bothered him quite a bit that the weapon was right there.
What had happened to Vash to leave him this way?