[He waits. He waits and frets, because even as a child, Vash was always a worrier. He'd worry about the greenhouse plants and the Plant room plants and the humans in cryo, and about what it would be like on the new planet when everyone was awake.
The longer he sits there by himself, the more he frets about what his brother needed to show Rem. he rolls over onto his stomach and confesses his anxiety to a geranium before he presses his cheek against the grass, letting the sensation ground him out here in the endless sea of space.]
We're okay, [he mutters to himself, humming a tune under his breath] we're okay.
[And then Nai is back, and Vash sits up, tries to smile like he wasn't just spiraling out, but then he sees the look on his brother's face.]
What is it? Was something really wrong with the ship after all?
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The longer he sits there by himself, the more he frets about what his brother needed to show Rem. he rolls over onto his stomach and confesses his anxiety to a geranium before he presses his cheek against the grass, letting the sensation ground him out here in the endless sea of space.]
We're okay, [he mutters to himself, humming a tune under his breath] we're okay.
[And then Nai is back, and Vash sits up, tries to smile like he wasn't just spiraling out, but then he sees the look on his brother's face.]
What is it? Was something really wrong with the ship after all?