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It was still early in the day when Vash awoke, the dawn just a hint of light blue against darker inky skies. He was only aware of this because their hotel window didn’t have any curtains, but he supposed that was alright. He was long past hoping that his body would allow him to sleep in.
He stretched, savoring the feeling of his warm limbs sliding over cooler portions of the sheets. One leg bumped into a sleeping Wolfwood, who grumbled before rolling over, taking most of the blankets with him. It made Vash smile a smile so soft and gooey that, if his companion were awake, would have earned him a firm punch to the shoulder. It would have been worth it.
These sleepy, quiet mornings were truly a gift. It had taken Vash a long time to stop running from the belief that he could deserve something like this, though fighting against those creeping doubts remained a common occurrence.
Those thoughts wouldn’t win today. Vash lifted what little blanket remained on his side of the bed and stood, wincing and huffing as something in his hip caught. He turned to make sure that he hadn’t woken his companion, but the only movement that came from Wolfwood was his gentle breathing. Vash rolled his hips back and forth a couple of times, loosening up.
With the hip pain rectified, Vash jumped into his morning routine of stretches, agility training, and conditioning, focusing on keeping his breathing quiet. It wasn’t really necessary, as he’d learned long ago that his routine wouldn’t wake Wolfwood. Still, it felt polite. He lost himself in the rhythm of the familiar movements until the parent sun had nearly risen. With that done, he showered and headed downstairs, sparing another smile in the direction of the lump under the blankets before he went.
This inn was very nice, in his humble opinion, and had a generous breakfast spread. There were eggs, bacon, waffles, and- Vash nearly squealed with delight- donuts. This meal was definitely worth the extra double dollars they’d spent booking the room (even though they had bickered about it for almost twenty minutes.)
He grabbed a plate and made his way through the line, heaping it high with food and pastries. Normally he wouldn’t take so much, but they had a long day ahead of them, and Vash was trying to be better about the whole ‘eating’ thing. The concerned look Wolfwood would shoot him over his sunglasses if he didn’t eat, eyes serious and mouth set into a hard line, always threatened to break his heart.
By the time Vash grabbed a table and started on his food, Wolfwood had made his way down to the dining room and was in line for the coffee pot, swaying slightly on his feet. Vash smiled to himself, lips curling around a bite of egg as his heart squeezed with fondness. It was so cute, he almost couldn’t bear to look.
Wolfwood was not a morning person, something Vash relentlessly teased him for at any opportunity he could. But, it was nice to be somewhere safe enough that Wolfwood could afford to stumble blearily through his morning, sipping at his coffee and savoring his first cigarette of the day. He recalled an unfortunate morning a few weeks ago, in which they were rudely awakened by the sounds of yelling and gunfire. Vash sprung into action and immediately took the defensive, with Wolfwood grumbling and cursing the whole time. A little quip that Vash had made had earned him a punch to the gut and snarling words in his face. Their attackers had gotten a rougher than usual treatment, too, though Wolfwood had kept his promise to not kill them.
No, this version of their mornings was infinitely nicer. Seeing Wolfwood relaxed was such a rare treat, though Vash supposed he had been exposed to it a little more lately. Sharing a bed with someone seemed to have that side effect. Not to mention creating so many opportunities to sneak lingering glances at his pretty, slack face, free of the little wrinkle that so often lived between his eyebrows.
A coffee mug banged onto the table, hard, snapping Vash out of his daydreaming. Coffee sloshed out on one side, gathering in a small puddle that would almost certainly stain the old wood. He looked up and was met with Wolfwood’s face, which was contorted slightly in confusion. The wrinkle was back.
”Shit,” he said, after a brief delay.
”I’ll get it. Sit down before you hurt yourself,” Vash teased, already leaning forward to mop up the mess with his napkin. Wolfwood only grunted in response before picking up the mug so Vash could scrub at the table underneath it.
“Thanks, Blondie,” Wolfwood mumbled into his coffee cup. He sipped at the liquid that remained as Vash tossed the napkins to the side to be dealt with later.
Wolfwood was so, so cute. Vash’s poor heart couldn’t take it. He took a bite of his donut, savoring the sweetness of the frosting. They weren’t bad at all, had maybe even been made fresh that morning. He chewed, humming contentedly, and thought about how much he liked Wolfwood. He thought about how he wanted to show Wolfwood how much he liked him, in about a hundred ways ranging from platonic to wildly obscene. He thought about donuts.
”Wolfwood,” he began, watching him take a sip of coffee. “Would you let me stack donuts on it?”
Wolfwood choked on his coffee and spat half of what was in his mouth across the table. He struggled to catch his breath, glaring at Vash as he did. Vash pushed a glass of water toward him and grinned.
“It??” He choked, grabbing the water.
After he caught his breath and downed half of Vash’s water, he seemed to center himself.
“Would I let you stack donuts… on ‘it’.”
“Yeah.”
“Is ‘it’ what I think it is?” Wolfwood asked, sounding the words out slowly. His brows were pinched in concentration, and Vash thought that was pretty cute too.
“Yeah,” he said, smile starting to falter at the edges. “Oh, please Wolfwood, would you?”
“Angel. Sweetheart.” Wolfwood pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Respectfully, we both know that I would let you do anything you want to me. But donuts? Really?”
Vash felt his face flush, considering for the first time that maybe this should have stayed an inside thought. He poked his lower lip out and looked away, kicking at the floor.
”It was just an idea…”
”Oh for cryin’ out loud, don’t get all pouty on me,” Wolfwood said, kicking Vash’s foot. “I haven’t said no yet, have I?”
Vash’s eyes flicked back to Wolfwood’s, studying them. He still looked confused and half-asleep, but he didn’t look angry or disgusted. Wolfwood offered him a small smile, which was enough to turn Vash’s cheeks pink.
“Just didn’t expect that to be the first conversation we had today. The workings of your mind are a damn enigma, Spikey.”
“So… You’ll think about it?” Vash asked, trying very hard to disguise how excited he was. He was practically vibrating.
”Yeah, I’ll think about it. Now, are you gonna eat your eggs?” Wolfwood asked, flashing Vash a crooked smile as he reached across the table to steal his fork. That smile still made his insides go all twisty.
“Naw, you can have ‘em,” he said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. He watched Wolfwood eat, smiling softly to himself as his thoughts began to wander to visions of frosting, sprinkles, and Wolfwood laid out beneath him. He shifted in his chair, subtly trying to press his thighs together.
He could already tell that it was going to be a long day.
They had come to an agreement that they would stay in town for a couple of days. It seemed nice enough, with a bar and several shops lining the main street (including a bakery, which Vash noticed immediately). They could restock their supplies, clean their weapons, mend their damaged clothes, and hopefully get some much needed rest before their adventures continued.
As they finished breakfast that morning, they went over an itinerary for the day. Wolfwood would head to the shops and pick up the items on their list, which they worked together to create. Vash would search for an odd job or two around town to make a couple double-dollars, and most of all stay out of trouble. Wolfwood had made sure to reiterate that point several times, punctuating his words by jabbing a finger into Vash’s chest.
He had managed it so far, and felt exceedingly proud of himself. He’d spent an hour or two just walking around town, mapping the layout and people-watching. As much as Vash enjoyed interacting with people, he’d found long ago that he enjoyed simply being around people and observing them almost as much.
He’d spent the rest of the afternoon making himself useful. He carried a few bags of groceries for an elderly woman who kept calling him “young man.” He helped some kids get their ball off of a roof and gleefully accepted when invited to play a few rounds. He installed a new window for a family who had theirs broken in the last storm.
The heat of the day gave way to early evening, with the hint of clouds peeking over the horizon just as he’d guessed. Feeling accomplished and deeply proud of himself, Vash found a shady corner to sit in and cool off. He leaned against a stone wall, savoring the cool stone against his back. His muscles were pleasantly sore. He felt his mind beginning to wander and saw no reason to fight it; unsurprisingly, his thoughts quickly returned to his conversation with Wolfwood at breakfast.
“I haven’t said no yet, have I?”
Vash thought he could remember a twinkle in Wolfwood’s dark eyes, but he couldn’t be sure. Maybe that was just wishful thinking.
He thought about Wolfwood laying back on their crappy hotel bed, flushed and breathing fast. His eyes would probably be closed; Wolfwood struggled to keep his eyes open if they were doing anything intimate. Vash didn’t mind. He could picture dark lashes brushing against flushed cheeks. Wolfwood’s lips open and spit-slick, parting around a gasp.
He thought about how he would take a donut and press it slowly down Wolfwood’s length, imagining the way the frosting would smear. Bright strawberry pink contrasted against dark skin. The idea of it made him shiver.
Pressed against the building, Vash’s chest heaved. His cheeks burned, equal parts embarrassed and excited. He squeezed his thighs together, mostly a subconscious movement to take the edge off the building pressure. He let out a startled giggle as he realized how much this stupid fantasy was actually getting to him. He needed to get himself under control.
Vash turned his head to the side, pressing his cheek into the stone. He dug his fingers into the sand below him, focusing on the sensation of the granules on his skin. He took a deep breath in through his nose, then released it slowly. Yes, he could do this. He could be calm.
Before Wolfwood, he’d never had to work this hard to control himself. In fact, sexual attraction was still something that was fairly new to him. He’d touched himself lots of times in the past, sure, but that was generally for stress relief and general maintenance. Mechanical, nothing else. The need that most humans seemed to have to couple with one another, sometimes after they had just met, was lost on him.
Wolfwood was the first person he’d felt those feelings for; the ones he’d seen humans wax poetic about in old media from Earth. Most of the time he still didn’t get it, and was more than happy to pamper Wolfwood without too much fuss about what was going on with his own body.
After taking a few steadying breaths, he found he did feel better. Not completely, but enough that he felt like he could control himself long enough to make it back to their room. After that, it was anyone’s guess.
The parent sun had begun its descent back toward the horizon as Vash made his way back to their hotel. Lightning crackled against the sky in the opposite direction. There would be dinner to figure out, supplies to sort, and double-dollars to count. But all of that could wait until after Vash had gotten his hands on Wolfwood.
Vash waved at the front desk clerk on his way in; normally he would stop to chat, but not tonight. He had places to be, and a priest to seduce. Long legs carried him in quick purposeful strides down the hallway to their room, key already in hand.
He hesitated as he went to put the key into the lock, tendrils of doubt creeping in. Maybe Wolfwood had been making fun of him earlier after all, despite what he’d said. Plus, he didn’t want to come on too strong. Maybe Wolfwood wouldn’t be in the mood to be intimate after a long day of work. He shouldn't just assume like that. Best to go in with no expectations.
The thought crossed his mind, not for the first time, that all of this sex stuff was really complicated. He exhaled, trying to re-center himself.
“Blondie, that you?” came a muffled voice through the door.
Of course Wolfwood had heard him.
He unlocked the door in response, taking one more breath before pushing it open.
“Hey Wolfwo-”, he started. The keys fell to the floor, immediately forgotten as Vash fumbled blindly to close the door behind his back.
Wolfwood was lounging on the bed, looking quite comfortable. He had shed his jacket and was in his button-down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. An extra button or two undone. The paperback he had been reading was on the nightstand next to him, still open but flipped over to keep his page.
Sitting next to him on the bed was a parcel tied up with twine, the logo of the local bakery stamped on one side.
“You-” he tried again, feeling his face heat at a dizzying speed. Surely it was for eating and not for that.
“Me,” Wolfwood said, grinning. When Vash didn’t respond he continued, eyes full of mirth. “I thought about it real hard today, and I’ve decided to continue being a slave to your every whim. A very difficult choice, I promise you.”
That broke the spell. Vash crossed the room, vaulted himself up onto the bed and into Wolfwood’s lap in one smooth motion, and kissed him. In stark contrast to the tension in the room, the kiss was slow and tender. He tried to ignore the burn of unshed tears in his eyes. It was stupid to get all sentimental over something like this, but he couldn’t help it. Wolfwood was too good to him. This gesture was a reflection of everything he loved about the man.
Wolfwood’s hand came up to grip Vash’s narrow waist at the same time that their tongues brushed, causing both of them to gasp. Oh, how Vash loved these strong hands. Wolfwood held him firmly, pulling him down harder into his lap as he twitched his hips up.
A wave of desire threatened to completely overtake him. Wolfwood was so hard. Already. Heat radiated off of both of them where they were pressed together. Vash felt himself twitch.
“Wolfwood,” he gasped out, “you-”
“Yeah, yeah, and whose fault is that, Blondie? Had me thinkin’ about your idea all day.” He punctuated his words with a roll of his hips, making Vash squeak pitifully.
“Will you really let me?” Vash whispered, leaning forward so his lips brushed against Wolfwood’s as he spoke.
“I really will. ‘S long as you’re still okay with it?” Wolfwood teased.
Vash nuzzled his face into the crook of Wolfwood’s neck and nodded vigorously, drawing an easy chuckle out of him.
“You’d better get off so I can take my pants off, then,” he said. Vash could hear the smile coming through in his voice and loved him for it.
He scrambled off, almost crushing the delicate box in the process as his long legs flailed about. He grabbed the box with one hand to hold it steady as he settled himself next to Wolfwood on the bed. As he watched Wolfwood unbutton his shirt and slide it over his broad shoulders, his fingers were busy toying with the twine holding the small box closed. He couldn’t wait to see what Wolfwood had picked out for them. Would he have chosen frosted or glazed? He could practically taste the sweetness on his tongue.
The grip of his fingers tightened around the string, hands shaking with excitement as Wolfwood’s pants fell to the floor. His breath caught in his throat as he watched Wolfwood’s erection spring free, the delicate skin flushed and gorgeous. Vash became aware that his mouth was watering, though he wasn’t sure if it was from the promise of sweets or from the sight of Wolfwood’s cock.
Wolfwood caught Vash’s eyes and winked, reaching down to pump himself languidly as he stood next to the bed and looked down at Vash. The effect it had was dizzying. Vash couldn’t look away, eyes darting between Wolfwood’s pretty face and his pretty cock.
“Ready, Spikey? Or are you just gonna stare at me?”
”S-sorry!” Vash squeaked, blushing as he scooted over a little further on the bed. “You’re just… pretty…” he trailed off, eyes returning to Wolfwood’s cock as if they were drawn by a magnet.
“Rich comin’ from you,” Wolfwood mumbled, the same he always did when he was embarrassed about something. Vash could tell he was blushing without even having to look at his face.
Wolfwood eased himself onto the mattress next to Vash, propping the lumpy pillows up behind his head so he was sitting up a little. He reached out to ruffle Vash’s hair.
“‘S all yours, darlin’. I’m at your mercy.”
The words made Vash dizzy. Wolfwood trusted him too much. However, that wasn’t to say he didn’t like it.
With monumental effort, he tore his eyes away from Wolfwood’s body and focused on opening the box. He tugged firmly at an end of the twine, undoing the little bow and tossing the string to the side. Opening the lid, he gasped. Inside were six perfect donuts; three were cake donuts with pink frosting and sprinkles, and the other three were glazed. Both of his favorite kinds.
Once again, his eyes prickled with unshed tears at Wolfwood’s thoughtfulness. The silly idea was still lighting up his brain like a slot machine, but even stronger than that was the desire to overwhelm Wolfwood with pleasure, hoping that his gratitude would be ferried along with the sensations like curling smoke on the wind.
Vash pulled one of the glazed donuts out of the box, his long fingers trembling. His fingers sunk into the soft edges of it, sticky glaze coating his fingertips almost instantly.
Turning, he leaned over Wolfwood and took hold of his cock with his other hand. He heard Wolfwood let out a little hiss, but otherwise he stayed still.
“You’re so good,” Vash breathed out as he swiped the outer edge of the donut over the head of Wolfwood’s cock. The glaze went on easily, just as he’d hoped. “So good for me.”
Wolfwood shuddered under him, his hips twitching slightly. It had been some time now since Vash first discovered how Wolfwood reacted to praise, and he didn’t think he would ever tire of it. It was so easy to work him up and turn him into a blushing mess.
He leaned back, admiring his work. Wolfwood’s cockhead was shiny with glaze, which was already starting to melt and drip against the heat of his flushed skin. Vash watched a glob of glaze slide down Wolfwood’s length, locking onto it with a predator’s focus. He was done taking things slow.
Vash leaned forward and licked a long stripe up Wolfwood’s cock, popping the head into his mouth and sucking the frosting off. He hummed, a low sound in the back of his throat, already feeling himself growing faint from the way the sweetness mixed with Wolfwood’s natural taste.
Under him, Wolfwood squirmed and groaned, kicking one leg out and curling his toes. His cock twitched hard in Vash’s mouth, further smearing the mess of frosting onto his tongue and lips.
How had he ever thought this idea was stupid? And, to think, he almost hadn’t brought it up. What a shame that would have been.
Releasing Wolfwood’s cock with a pop, Vash continued smearing glaze and licking it off until the edges of the donut were bare. Somewhere along the way Wolfwood had started to pant, and one of his hands had found its way onto Vash’s thigh where he was currently hanging on for dear life.
As amazing as this was, Vash wanted more. Needed more. He positioned the center of the donut above Wolfwood’s length, glancing up to make sure he had the all-clear, and froze.
The look on Wolfwood’s face threatened to make his stomach drop out. Wolfwood was laying back against the pillows, hair a mess and falling across his forehead into his eyes. His eyes, half-lidded, were fuzzy as they attempted to focus on Vash. Pretty lips parted around heaving breaths.
“Wolfwood…” Vash whispered.
In response, Wolfwood squeezed his thigh and managed a loose smile, though his eyebrows remained knitted together. That was all the urging he needed to move on to the main act of his master plan.
Vash held Wolfwood’s gaze for as long as he could as he began to push the donut down his length, holding his breath as he did so. Eventually, though, the urge to look became too much. And what a sight it was. The head of Wolfwood’s cock was poking through the center, though the donut was already starting to crack and crumble around him.
As much as Vash had thought about this idea, he hadn’t actually stopped to consider the logistics of it. He was realizing now that Wolfwood’s cock was wider than a donut hole, and there would be no true “stacking.” He might have felt sad, if he wasn’t already so worked up and enamoured with Wolfwood’s reactions to his stupid idea.
He shifted on the bed, using both hands to hold the crumbling pastry together as he guided it down to the base, glaze immediately dripping into the bed of fuzzy curls there. Wolfwood groaned, his hips twitching as Vash squeezed him through the donut.
And then, Vash had another idea.
Before he had time to consider whether this impulse was a good one to listen to or not, he rearranged himself so he could lay propped up on his elbows. He leaned forward and firmly licked a stripe from base to tip, savoring the little whine that it drew out of Wolfwood. He did it again, before moving a little lower and taking a bite out of the ruined donut. It tasted divine, especially combined with the silky taste of Wolfwood that was already on his tongue.
Vash plunged ahead, taking bites of donut and swallowing it down between open mouthed kisses pressed against Wolfwood’s cock. He whimpered, dizzy with the way that the sugary smell was mixing with Wolfwood’s natural musky scent. He could do this forever and want for nothing.
With the donut mostly eaten, he took Wolfwood into his mouth and began bobbing his head with purpose, causing Wolfwood to cry out and thread his thick fingers into Vash’s hair, gripping tightly. Vash’s face was covered in glaze, crumbs sticking to his nose and chin.
“Angel,” Wolfwoold breathed out. “So good…”
Vash felt himself blush under the praise, hollowing his cheeks as he pushed to move even faster; he needed Wolfwood wrecked. The firm tug of fingers in his hair and the litany of moans tumbling out of Wolfwood’s mouth unrestrained told him he was achieving exactly that.
“Gettin’ close,” Wolfwood gritted out between moans, his cock twitching hard in Vash’s mouth as if to confirm his statement.
As much as Vash wanted Wolfwood to feel good, he wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. He pulled off of his cock with an obscene pop , gripping the base tightly with his prosthetic hand. Wolfwood keened, hips stuttering and searching for friction.
“Spikey, what-”
“Shh, just one more,” Vash soothed, already reaching into the box for another pastry. “One more time, please, you’re being so good for me,” he babbled, struggling to catch his breath.
The second donut he grabbed was one of the pink frosted variety, covered in multicolored sprinkles and smelling faintly of yeast and strawberries. Vash inhaled deeply, dizzy from sugar and pleasure. He wasted no time lining it up over the head of Wolfwood’s cock, which was now flushed dark and weeping precome in fat, shining droplets. Vash’s mouth watered.
He pushed the donut down, this time not caring to catch the bits that crumbled and fell away as it split open. Pink frosting coated Wolfwood’s length, in sharp contrast to the darkened, blood-gorged flesh. Sprinkles stuck to the swell of his cockhead, and Vash couldn’t resist pausing to lick them off.
Vash’s prosthetic remained tightly clamped on the base; he knew Wolfwood was dangerously close based on how his breaths were coming; sharp little gasps, each one carrying the ghost of a moan at its end. He paused, taking a second to admire Wolfwood’s face, which was contorted in a mix of pleasure and frustration and shiny with sweat.
“Vash, Vash please,” he begged.
“You can do it,” Vash cooed. “Breathe. I know you can do it.”
“Can’t,” he whined, the muscles in his strong legs jumping and twitching as he strained.
Vash lowered himself again and licked across the top of the donut and up Wolfwood’s cock, smearing pink frosting everywhere as he did so. He hummed, stopping to take a bite of the donut before he resumed licking frosting off with his skilled tongue.
Wolfwood whimpered and twitched ceaselessly under the assault. It sounded like he might have been trying to say something, but he was too far gone to form the letters correctly in his mouth. Vash grinned to himself and squeezed the base of his cock tighter.
“You can do it, come on,” he urged, taking another bite that caused the whole donut to break and fall away in pieces, leaving smears of frosting all over Wolfwood’s lower belly and inner thighs. Unable to give him even a moment of peace, he licked these bits of frosting up too, savoring the way Wolfwood’s muscles jumped under the attention of his tongue.
“Vash,” Wolfwood hissed, sounding truly desperate. Vash didn’t have it in him to make either of them wait any longer.
“Okay, but only because you asked nicely,” he said brightly, before removing the tight ring of his hand from the base of Wolfwood’s cock and swallowing him down, pressing his nose into what remained of the ruined donut. He bobbed his head once, twice, and then heard a strained “ fuck ” from above him. Vash made sure to take Wolfwood as deeply into his throat as he could so as not to waste a single drop of his release, groaning as he felt Wolfwood’s cock pulse and throb against his sugar-sweet tongue.
They stayed like that for a few moments after Wolfwood finished, Vash pulling back just enough that he could still breathe around the intrusion until Wolfwood began to grumble about getting too sensitive. Vash lifted himself off slowly, sitting up and pulling his legs under himself. He wiped at his mouth, chuckling as his hand came away pink and smeared with a couple of melted sprinkles.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” Wolfwood mumbled, having thrown an arm across his face. “Maybe you are capable of having a good idea once in a while.”
“Hey! I’ll have you know that I have great ideas, you just don’t trust me,” Vash pouted, though he couldn’t hold back the smile that was forming. His Wolfwood was so cute.
Vash turned his attention to the mess on his hand, opting to lick the ruined frosting off rather than waste it. Wolfwood had paid good money for these, after all.
Shifting, Wolfwood nudged the side of Vash’s leg with his knee, peeking out over the arm that was still strewn across his face.
“Hey. Your turn?”
“Nah, I’m okay,” Vash murmured, distracted by a stray glob of frosting on Wolfwood’s hip. He swiped it off with a long finger, chuckling at the way Wolfwood’s abdominal muscles twitched. A few months ago he would have felt scared to answer honestly, worried that Wolfwood wouldn’t get it. That fear was long gone, though. Wolfwood was always finding new ways to show Vash that he understood him in ways no one else ever had.
Wolfwood grunted in affirmation and held both arms out, trying to coax Vash into laying across his chest as they usually did after sex.
“No sir, you’re getting straight in the shower.”
“Sure you can’t just lick me clean?” Wolfwood said, a lazy grin lighting up his face.
“No! I’m not having you get some sort of yeast infection because of me,” Vash said, doing his best to look stern but breaking after a few seconds. “Get it? Yeast?”
“Shaddup, Blondie,” he said, lightly punching Vash’s shoulder.
Compromising, Vash scooted up on the bed and caught Wolfwood’s lips in a gentle kiss. He could still taste strawberries.
“I love you too, Wolfwood.”
Later, in the shower, Vash would take extra care in washing Wolfwood’s body, pulling the soapy old cloth gently across his skin. He would massage shampoo into Wolfwood’s soft hair, scritching at his scalp with his nails in just the right way to fill the small bathroom with airy sighs. And he would pull him in for a soft kiss, arm wrapped around the back of Wolfwood’s neck. These soft gestures would speak for him, communicating the gratitude that he was still too embarrassed to speak into existence. And Wolfwood would understand him, just the same.