[Knives looks at him expectantly, at the hold on him and those angry tears, but nothing comes. All that shouting to be heard, that he never listens, and now Vash has nothing to say?
He's doing what's best for him, not coddling his sense of comfort, and even if Vash is angry now, even if he'll keep on rejecting him, Knives will deal with it. He's been patient before, he can do it again. He hasn't forgotten the vow he made, before he had burned away.]
For whatever it's worth, the food wasn't awful.
[Gratitude, in a roundabout way. Regardless, now that his wrist is free, he turns to depart, and disappear into the crowds.]
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He's doing what's best for him, not coddling his sense of comfort, and even if Vash is angry now, even if he'll keep on rejecting him, Knives will deal with it. He's been patient before, he can do it again. He hasn't forgotten the vow he made, before he had burned away.]
For whatever it's worth, the food wasn't awful.
[Gratitude, in a roundabout way. Regardless, now that his wrist is free, he turns to depart, and disappear into the crowds.]