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    So when Hans announces to the slow-brightening horizon that he has grown peckish, it’s with a fervency unsuited to his sleep debt that Henry offers the walnuts from his pouch.

    ”My hero!” Hans says, immediately moving to fumble through the sachets of herbs and bits and bobs stuffed into the bag at Henry’s hip. “You are a strange man, you know that? Though I suppose I ought to be grateful for your eccentricities, and for the fact that you didn’t supply a kolache from your pocket instead.”

    Hans, Henry, and a sunrise.

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    Wolfwood looks different. Different than even the hundreds of ghosts—threads of shimmering grey shot through his temples and fine lines splintered out around his eyes like someone dragged a feather through damp clay. Like he’s aged almost decade in the year since he—

    “Died,” Vash rasps. “You died.”

    Wolfwood’s eyebrows shoot up in an expression that Vash has remembered so many times that his own faulty memory rewrote over the real thing.

    “This isn’t—how?” he asks, voice warping around the cold static clogging his mouth.

    “You ever hear of Jesus Christ?” Wolfwood grins, and it’s exactly the same. Like no time has passed. Like he’s so proud of his stupid joke. Like Vash didn’t lay his still-warm corpse in the ground and bury him on the other side of that building.

    Like the inexorable inspiral of a binary star, Vash is drawn back to the orphanage in December and the unexpectedly empty grave of his dearest friend.

    Or, Vash and Wolfwood and all their tomorrows.

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    “What do you need?” Wolfwood wants to hear it.

    “I don’t—” Vash starts. He sways a bit, reticent even now. “Anything.”

    “I’ll give you anything,” Wolfwood says, and maybe that’s a little too honest. More than he’d like, anyway, but Vash is gazing at him like he’s worth something, and he wants to flood into him all of the affection that his corrupted soul can offer. If Vash will accept him, even just for this, Wolfwood will worship him. “Ask me.”

    Wolfwood helps Vash through his heat.

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