[ it's such a silly thing to think, but that little smile feels like just as much of a forgiveness as vanitas' own words do. before he can help himself, he tucks the image and knowledge of it away in the back his mind, like it were some kind of reward for his good behavior.

vanitas is already talking about later, when technically there is still the matter of his gloves and oushi's pants to contend with. but. oushi can understand that other things might feel a little more... pressing. ]

I can't tell if you're offering, or just asking.

[ look at this growth, trying to clear things up before any further misunderstandings occur. ]

It's not your responsibility, even if you're the reason it happened. [ sure, okay, it's pretty easy to admit so casually if he just keeps bullrushing through it— ] I'm fine to take care of it, or if knowing I'd be thinking about you creeps you out I'm just as fine to wait it out until it goes away.

[ all that comes out in a rush, so he has to suck in a breath right at the end of it. he leans his head back against the wall, but the movement is a little too jerky and so his head just thonks loudly against the wood. ]

Sorry. I dunno if that came out right. It's kind of hard to think right now.

[ vanitas is a warm and very naked weight on his lap — it's a wonder he's even stringing words together at all, okay! ]