[ and yet Wolfwood is trying so, so hard to choose something like gentleness, even if he's not sure what that should look like, feel like, and he's just putting it together from the things that he's been watching other people do in this new, less angry world. he'll always keep Dante some measure of humble; a wolf is a wolf, even if you put a collar on him.

that doesn't mean he wouldn't look good in a collar though. ]

Good thing, 'cause it's what you're getting. [ he could argue until he's blue in the face, but Wolfwood is nothing if not stubborn; you don't stay alive on sand hell planet without being able to grind down and hold on when it matters most.

maybe he wants to hold onto Dante at least a little bit. he brings his knees in tighter and loops his arm around Dante's neck, pulling him in so that Wolfwood can rest his forehead on the other man's temple, kiss ghost over the jut of his cheekbone. ] Yeah, yeah. You can strive to do your best if you want. Appreciate it.

[ and maybe he'll take a long drag off his cigarette and then turn Dante's head towards him, leaning in close to push their lips together and breathe out into him--

hey, it worked for Vash, didn't it? ]