@eventheodds [From here; not that it requires response but it was selected by brainwords this evening so--]
There's the softest empathetic wince as he can tell that the question didn't instantly get the best sort of response. He's not about to dig further there, to ask for anything that he hasn't already, because now even that seems nearly a step too far--
But the presence of the lightest of weights on his coat sleeve seems to keep him tethered there in silence, the urge to apologize held back. He's grateful for it as Meryl starts speaking, starts answering, and she has his rapt attention. He listens, and watches, and lets the details fall over him all at once. There's no real need to pick through them, but they're safely locked away in his memory regardless. That, and... well.
Vash almost startles at the imaginary camera pointed in his direction, then lets out a laugh at himself while he poses. Dramatically, of course. Heroically, even! Hands on his hips, head back, looking... ridiculous, probably. Something he wouldn't do if there were a real camera in her hands, probably, but it's fun then. It feels important, then.
With another laugh, he drops the pose and thinks it all over for a few seconds. It's something precious he's been handed. Not delicate, just-- Something to handle with care. "I'm glad. About the camera, I mean. Life changes in simple ways, you know?" That's an understatement, to be sure.
His smile turns just a little bit more playful as he starts to saunter around and past Meryl. "I wouldn't have met you otherwise, and wouldn't that have been a shame for both of us?"
