[ It's times like these that make him wish he weren't wearing his gloves. He'd like to feel Noé's hand in his, even if their hands are likely calloused and rough from everything they've been doing lately. They both know why he wears them, though, and it's not something he's willing to compromise in public. Maybe he'll try it when they're home tonight.
Vanitas continues to guide Noé to the clinic, heart racing ever so slightly in his chest. He subconsciously squeezes Noé's hand every now and then, and when they finally make it there, Vanitas keeps their hands joined, even as he goes to the front desk.
He states their business, and the nurse at the front lets them know that the journalist is, essentially, in stable condition. He feels relief at that, even if he doesn't verbalize it. ]
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Vanitas continues to guide Noé to the clinic, heart racing ever so slightly in his chest. He subconsciously squeezes Noé's hand every now and then, and when they finally make it there, Vanitas keeps their hands joined, even as he goes to the front desk.
He states their business, and the nurse at the front lets them know that the journalist is, essentially, in stable condition. He feels relief at that, even if he doesn't verbalize it. ]
Thank you. That's all we wanted to know.