#swissfin

    He turns the vehicle off and hops out when he gets to his destination. He grabs the picnic basket from the backseat, and locks everything up carefully. He’s absolutely soaked by the time he gets to the door. He takes a deep breath, and knocks fearlessly. It isn’t long before the door opens, and a scowling face greets him. It’s the most beautiful face he’s ever seen. “Vash,” he breathes out.     “What do you want?” His voice is sharp, tone full of venom. Tino doesn’t shrink back, though he wants to. He holds up the basket with a sheepish smile.     “I’m sorry. I lied when I said I didn’t need you. I know I messed up. But I thought we could talk about it over a picnic? We’ll have to have it inside now though. The weather was nice while I was packing it.” Vash’s eyes shimmer with intrigue. That’s a good sign.     “Come in. You’re soaking wet. Let me find you some dry clothes and a towel.” He opens the door, stepping aside for his unexpected guest. He gives him a tight smile, then hurries deeper into the house. Tino stands as close as he can to the door, not wanting to drip over anything expensive. Thankfully, Vash returns in a matter of moments, handing him a towel. He dries his hair off first, then pats down his clothes to the point he’s not soaking everything he walks over. “Change.” He places the clothes into his hand firmly. Tino knows there’s no room for argument. He places the picnic basket down, and autopilots to the washroom. It’s exactly as he remembers it.     “Thank you for your kindness.” He freezes when he sees Vash has set out the picnic he made. Out of all the things he had been expecting, this wasn’t one. He smiles broadly at the Swiss man, who stands and hugs him tightly.

    “I believe the rain happened for a reason. I would have slammed the door when I saw you if you hadn’t been sopping wet. I’m glad I didn’t. You are forgiven, Tino. We both said some things we didn’t mean. Can we put that behind us and try again?”

    “Of course we can. I love you, Vash.”